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Twenty Two

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Teresa's POV

I sat curled up on the far end of the couch, my legs tucked under me, while I tried to pretend that the flickering movie Mariana had picked was actually holding my attention.

It wasn’t, not even close. My mind was not on the or on anything else. It was on Mark and had replayed the kiss at least twenty-seven times, and that was only in the last hour. Every brush of his lips, every shuddering breath, every raw, desperate whisper. It was a loop I couldn't escape, both intoxicating and terrifying.

Then his cold gaze and indifferent eyes. He was disappointed that I didn't wear red and I could not handle it. Handle that he would have given up on me like that and what about his know of my secret. Would he use that against me now that I didn't comply with his wishes. Would he firee or use the fact that my underwear was locked in his drawer against me. My mind was spinning in a thousand ways as multiple scenarios flashes through my mind and none of them was nice, at all.

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