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Embarrassed

Author: Purpleink
last update publish date: 2025-09-18 21:05:17

When he was done changing, he got into the car without a word. My face was still burning, and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. He just sat back in his seat as I started the engine, his expression unreadable. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, following the GPS to our destination.

When we arrived at the hotel, Marco and Antonio were already there, their faces as stony as ever. Antonio shot me a look like he could kill me. He was the only person who seemed to see me as a threat, an
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