Prologue

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I turn around, my gaze meeting his.
He is still smirking, then his eyes leave mine as he trails them down my body.
It should have been weird or creepy, but he was comfortable and I had this feeling, telling me to trust him.
My cheeks grow even more red when he gets a dark look in his eyes, full of lust and passion. I'm intimidated and anxious. I want him.

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