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Sixty-six
When her back hit the bed, more butterflies danced in her stomach. She felt giddy with anticipation as she faced him with wide, curious eyes. Slowly, he took his glasses off and tossed them on the bedside table, his eyes still glued on her with a very determined look on his face. He pushed the sheets Anelia had put on the bed to the floor and slowly slid back over her.
Anelia was su
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