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Chapter 18

Author: Stone Heart
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Her question didn’t sting, it detonated right under my ribs.

I held her gaze, refusing to flinch. “I’m giving you a permission to do whatever you want to my body.”

Her lips parted, surprise flickering across her face for a full second before she masked it again. That one second, that tiny, stunned break in her walls, was enough to punch air into my lungs.

I wasn’t imagining it.

She heard it.

She felt it.

And so did I.

I leaned back slightly in my chair, forcing the tension out of my jaw.

“I mea
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