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pte

nfron

aze locked onto mine. His eyes blaze

alk away?" Ken growled, h

can draw clos

ting Josephine,"

ng about us. You're just a f

sh one Ken, you b

hine's moving on

d with anger, and

heat, then I knew

" he hissed. "Stay a

if you hurt her a

fist, ready to hit me. But he stopped, his hand

You'll pay for g

ed off, leaving me s

my, but I was determin

and walked away, my

dn't shake off the feeling of unease. I felt like I had

e right thing by intervenin

have just

ce the consequenc

through my mind as

, and now I don't even feel like it. The

r. It was one of my friends, Kathryn. She had messaged me asking

a moment of clarity. I decided

Donald. Here are the

l, and you've gotten

ink about Josephine's rejection. Wondering

oughts. Her presence was a reminder that I ha

What's wrong w

ook good," she said

looked tense, so

ou.I got into a th

's eyes

, it's trending that the power couple had an argument. Are

e details, about Ken

looked at me with a mixtur

d? You tried to intervene in Jo

t trying to help. Ken can be really intimidat

He's popular, influential, and has a lot of connections. You

ated. "I know, but I couldn't

rom their drama. Ken and Josephine have been friends for a long time, and you don

eling a bit

ent, and I think things are about t

to stay away from him, from

n's not going to let this slide. He's going to keep comin

of anger at K

and let Ken treat Josephine badly? That's

ou risking everything to defend her? You've been ignoring me, my feelings for y

? Someone who doesn't even notice you

. Kathryn's words cut deep

n't mean to hurt you. I never

rts to know that you're willing to

strated. "Kathryn, st

right. Josephine might nev

, and I'm just a fool f

you deserve better than someone w

ngers tracing the contours of my muscles. Her touch sent

yn was relentless. She leaned in cl

ice husky with desire. "And you know it.

that made my heart race. I felt a surge of de

s my skin, sending spark

ips were on mine, pressing ag

lost in the moment, my

s picturing Josephine, imagining her in Kathryn's place. But I

dreams played in my mind and all I could imagine was her. We were lost in a sea

s. She rubbed it in rhythmic motion, matching the inten

ithin me, and I felt myself

ted my touch. "Donald, touch me," she whispered,

s of her body. Tracing a path down to her thighs. I rubbed

nd to my touch, her moans getting louder. Her hands envelop

he pushed m

a shiver run down my spine as she wh