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Waking Him Up
"Abi."
Once more. Moreau tightened the touch on her stepfather's upper arm. Slightly pressing the fingertips, giving pain, so that the man would wake up and realize. However, it took several details of effort to drag Abihirt out of the ensnaring nightmare. She thinned her lips. It was a little difficult to ensure a closer look when the back of the sofa limited the remaining space between them. It had to be by getting out of the way. That's what Moreau did when she finally half bent down and smothered Abihirt's lips there. She didn't want her stepfather to make any more significant noise and wake everyone up. Perhaps she felt wrong for doing so. There was no choice. Her bright blue irises were glued to a face that looked confused. Abihirt was sweating badly, and immediately pushed Moreau's hand away, while the man's lips parted to snatch a breath while still sounding excited. "What are you doing here?" Abihirt asked after a few moments of calm. Moreau did noRelated chapters
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Moreau blinked rapidly after reconsidering the narrative lodged there. A clue didn't exactly sound odd, but she found it hard to agree. Suddenly believing that such a concept sounded impossible. It was hard to imagine inconveniencing the doctor. Perhaps it shouldn't be done. There was a master bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. It was only a few steps away. Finish everything there. It was not a complicated action. Moreau looked down for a moment to take in her appearance. A towel .... Guessing it wasn't bad enough to just whisk her out, or should she have craved the prospect of importance, where there were no similar problems with water flow in the other bathrooms. Yes, hopefully. Slowly, while making sure the ends of the towel were securely fastened, Moreau's steps began to move towards the main door handle. Staring for a few moments and not immediately pressing, let alone opening it too wide. Peeking. That was the first thing she did, then held her
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