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Kian’s POV

I was in no condition to be in such close proximity with someone. My pyjamas were loose. The blanket that wrapped her body when she opened the door was on the ground, now. She was in black shorts, with a white top. Holding me closer to her. Our bodies were in such close contact. I was holding myself by the support of the wall behind her, hovering over her. She was still holding my arm, even though we were inside her room.

“Why did you pull me with yourself?” I inquired. For some reason I was not moving from my direction.

“I’ve heard Italians are scary when you disturb them,” she tilted her head while hinting.

“You acted so dumb,” I frowned and drew back.

Uscire!!

A voice from outside made her jump and again she was sticking close to my body.

“Oh my God, he is angry,” she almost whispered. Her front was against my chest. She was soft. Her delicate hands were gripping onto my shirt.

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