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Chapter 12

Author: Anatory
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-25 02:42:51

Cameron slammed the apartment door behind him, the sound echoing in the deserted hallway like a muffled gunshot. He leaned against the wall for a second, his heart still racing, his lips still burning with the taste of Amanda. Fuck, what had gotten into him? He'd crossed the line. A line he'd sworn not to approach. She was there, alive, safe, and he'd kissed her like a starving man. His hands were still shaking not from cold, not from the rain dripping from his coat onto the floor, but from th
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