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The girl's lips pursed even more. "Like you don't know."
That clearly made Sebastian chuckle even more. "Alright then, let's go to sleep."
Fathia shook her head decisively. Instead, she chose to trace Sebastian's jawline incredibly softly. As if savoring every bit of what she was doing. This made Sebastian close his eyes again. Allowing Fathia to touch him as she pleased. After all, Fathia's touch was what he always longed for.
"What are you thinking, Sebastian?"
"Hmm?" It was hard to tell whether he heard the question or if it was the fact that Fathia's fingertip was now at the corner of his lips. Clearly, what Fathia was doing had shattered his concentration. Especially since her movement showed no sign of stopping. "Fathia," Sebastian grumbled softly, restrained. He opened his eyes slowly, finding Fathia looking seriously at his face.
"I feel like you're thinking about something."
He stopped the movement of Fathia's fingertip, placing it
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