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I HOPE I AM WRONG

Author: Caroluchy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-01 01:51:13

TARZAN'S POV

I was mindlessly scrolling through my phone when the bathroom door finally creaked open.

She stepped out wrapped in a soft cloud of steam, her skin still glistening with droplets from the shower.

I tried not to look, but my eyes betrayed me, drawn to her like magnets.

She didn’t say a word to me.

Just walked straight to the dresser, patting her damp body with a towel as if I weren’t even there.

I forced my gaze back to my phone.

The browser tabs stared back at me, the sea
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Leeskittle
Ok author. I really want to smack Lena. We got this far and she is acting like a fool. Poor Tarzan. I feel so sad for him. Lena deserves better than Mitch but I am starting to feel like Tarzan deserves better than Lena. Very disappointed in Lena right now.
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