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Chapter 26. The Trip

作者: jengreyy
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* Lorenzo *

I woke before the light fully broke through the curtains.

For half a second I tried to recall where I was and what happened the night before. Then reality slammed back in, the weight of my father's name, the room I should never have been in, the woman beside me who smelled like warmth and sin and something I would never be able to shake off from my system.

Miranda slept on her side, lashes resting softly against her cheeks, lips parted just enough to make my chest tighten. She
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