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Chapter Ninety-four: Falling hard.
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I got instantly hard as I started at her looking naturally beautiful.Her lips still swollen from our last kiss, her eyes shining with mischief and longing as if she was daring me to take her offer.I would be a fool If I choose not to, she arched her eyebrow maybe waiting for an answer but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t—not right away.All I could do was to stare at the way her hair spilled over her shoulders and the way her green eyes glowed.My eyes moved to her mouth and fuck! Blood went straight down there making me even harder.Was that even possible?She looked very innocent yet incredibly sensitive with the wag her lips were slightly open.How she stood there like she wasn’t dangerous. Like she didn’t know what she was doing to me. Like she wasn’t the exact kind of chaos I had spend a lifetime chasing.My jaw clenched. My pulse kicked up.She raised a brow. “Ethan?”I blinked and then exhaled.She tugged at my collar again, mischief in her eyes. “Are we going inside or not?”And
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