RayaAs Sean drives me home in his car, I sit in the backseat beside him, feeling his feather-light touch on my hand. I turn to look at him, and I notice a faint smile lingering on his lips. I am rendered speechless, unable to find the right words to express the mix of emotions swirling inside me.His touch sends a wave of shivers down my spine, a sensation both soft and gentle, yet unfamiliar in its intimacy. I am not accustomed to such closeness, to the tenderness of his gestures that speak volumes in their subtlety. As I sit in silence, lost in the moment, I realize that sometimes, words are not needed to convey the depth of connection and understanding that can exist between two people.I am accustomed to a life where I am treated with firmness, not abuse, but with a sense of possession and ownership. In my world, there is only one man who holds that power over me - Carlos Sinclair. He is a constant presence in my thoughts, his name echoing in my mind every hour of the day. I miss
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