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The Winner Takes It All
CAMILLA RENÉE
EMERTON'S MANSION.THURSDAY."You know what? It doesn't matter. I shouldn't get hauled away. When this does happen, it wouldn't be because I need a stress reliever."I swallowed hard.*When?*"Yes Camilla, when."He retorted, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes got brighter, the smirk had reinstated thank the heavens. I did say it aloud.*But he said when! That means...* Shit. I'm not going to think about what it means."At least you're calm now."I swap topics easily, twitching to get off his laps and move away.Instead, he whirls his arms around my waist, holding me in place.I swallow harder. Slowly, I lift my head, contesting his look while stretching forward to gently caress his cheeks.He presses his lids against each other, tugging my waist towards his body, closing the little gap between both of us."I'm sorry about the way I acted for most of the day. Nate.
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