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Last night he actually looked at me. Not that simple questionable glance. He held me so close I thought he was going to kill me. I held my breath everytime he played with my lips and dragged his hands down my face. Afraid to interrupt the moment. He did it all just because I told him not to touch me. He's a wicked, wicked, thing.
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