Seduced By The Enemy

d off every trace of tonight's glamour-except for

stian

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at me. Like he knew something I didn't. Like I

eager to peel off this second skin of lies and become Ava a

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or inside my door like i

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till debating. At 11:

g, pulsing beneath the surface l

top lounge downtown, lit with soft ambe

he's

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s, eyes dragging slowly down my b

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ry," he says, l

arms. "Wha

n," he says. "W

are we talk

ng the space between us

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is low. I

inating for someone who claim

roat t

ion. He's peeling back layers, and

harming as you th

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nd is at my waist again, warm and

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