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the glass wall, but inside me, somethin

rying. But all I feel is this heat curlin

s in my head, "Smile f

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at me lik

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on either side. My

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't pull

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of his shirt and find th

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yes d

you're doing," he mur

brushing over his mouth, "bu

around my waist. "

m. I cling to him as he carries me to the bed and

k, but his body is all fire and co

. It's possession, def

sure, like he's trying to

lost back into place, not

to feel anything other than the rage an

for a seco

of his pocket-of cour

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is mouth claims mine, I feel his restraint. His touch say

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t of me

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slides into me, I

ent, everything

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see a glass of water. Unde

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remember

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hrough the tall window

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and he gave me a

preads her legs for

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of shame out

re me a glance, but t

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seeing women lea

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one night. That I'll forge

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hand, I scroll th

at the n

to strip

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silently do

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of everything

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