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2023-07-23 13:00:49Returning to the chateau after such a beautiful evening with a welcome respite from the noise and the crowd. not that Alexandra didn't have a beautiful and nearly magical time at the stunning Jazz club. However, she wanted to be alone with Jeremy.
They headed to the bedroom amid playful banter and kissing. The evening had been so perfectly romantic that neither wanted it to end.They eased back onto the bed soft laughter claiming their breath. " That was amazing, " Alex said looking up at the ceiling and taking in the soft silence of the room. " I wish I could let you listen to some of my favorite Jazz. I don't want the night to be over just yet. "" You can, " Jeremy replied. " I would love to hear something that you truly love. I've always felt that music says so much about a person. I'd love for you to share that with me. You can connect to my sound system if you want. "She nodded eagerly and pulled out her phone, a few gestures on the touch
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