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136: After the fall

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-23 23:20:12

Fiona POV

After we came, the water still moved around us in slow, lazy circles, the waterfall roaring softly in the background like it hadn’t noticed what we just did.

My body felt loose and heavy at the same time, skin tingling from the cold and the heat we had created together. I floated for a second, breathing hard, trying to catch my thoughts before they scattered.

Maverick’s arms were still around me, one hand low on my back, the other tangled in my wet hair. His forehead rested against
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