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Mabel's POV.

“Want me to take care of it?” the words slipped out of my mouth, eyes fixed on the bulging part of him.

A part of me instantly bloomed with regret. Why the fuck did I just say that? I bit hard on my tongue, wishing I could take the words back but I couldn't.

He crouched, meeting me at my level. Then his hand reached for my face, landing on the side of my cheek. He gently caressed me, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Why aren't you so sweet?” He started, leaning so close to me that
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