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Shadows Lurking Around [II]
CAMILLA RENÉE
FRAT HOUSE.SATURDAY.00:12.I can only hear his breathing. It's shallow and slow. I can feel it on my lips as well, my nose, maybe my forehead.He's moving. He's fucking moving. He got taller as well; I feel like a fricking midget just standing next to him. A 5'2 midget."Aren't you going to say anything?"I swallow deeply. I thought Jimmy's voice was sensual. Fuck, I'm delusional. Dylan's voice went from husky bad boy to orgasm level hot.He's by my ear now."Who's following me?"I blurt. I've gone from bold and daring to low. Too low. I'll blame hysteria for thinking someone's trailing me, since the only other option must admit Dylan's closeness is affecting all my senses. I won't.I'll ignore my racing heart, which is threatening to jump out of its cage, how every hair on every part of my body is tingling with the slightest contact, and I'll deny how my core throbbed with just the sound of
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