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Domesticated routine

Penulis: Timi Rachael
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-18 23:17:20

Ariana's POV

When I woke up, the raft was already warm from the early sun, and Nathaniel’s arm was draped heavily over my waist. For a few seconds, I stayed perfectly still, listening to his steady breathing and remembering the way the raft had swayed under the weight of our bodies the night before.

When I thought back to the night before, embarrassment bloomed anew. How could I have been so shamelessly wanton? It was my first time doing anything sexual with another person although Nathaniel p
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