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Nine
The things she had been told as a kid, the things she had been trained and taught were wrong, Jasmine laid naked in Marcello's arm, snoring softly, sleeping soundly; she'd just lost her virginity and it still hadn't kicked into her brain that it wasn't what she'd been taught. She was still living the fantasy of being in the arms of a man like Marcello.
But Marcello laid awake, wondering, pondering; what the hell had just happened? It was like he was in a trans and could only hear and, obey a single voice. She said 'take me to your room' and he couldn't find any reason to deny her. He really did want her but for some reason, he thought it'd have been better if he'd said no; if he had just denied her. He never had this problem and gutly feeling with his other gazillion women. His guts were telling him that what he'd let happen should never have happened.
But it already had happened and Marcelo knew he couldn't go back.
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