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Lessia's POV:

I had not even the faintest idea what Kian was talking about. But I didn't want to spend my time thinking about it. Laying on the bed, all I could think about at then was how close our bodies were back in the room. So close that our lips almost brushed upon each other in a number of times.

I felt a different kind of emotion, it was new. With Maddox, I was used to feeling pain, pain with a dab of pleasure extracted from it.

However, with Kian, I felt different, like he cared for me, like he was drawn to me.

It made my toes curl up just thinking about it. Inside of me danced a euphoria that nearly exploded right through my head when I remembered how lightly he kissed my forehead.

How in total control of himself he was, when even I myself wanted nothing more but for him to throw me on the bed and fuck me to the moon and back.

It was really all strange to me to find someone like that. Everybody else I know would have taken advantage of me. But he didn't. Even if I want