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He shrugged.
I automatically smiled, feeling as if I had unloaded a heavy weight from my shoulders. My heart was filled with relief, and I no longer felt condemned by him. Then, I saw him prepare to speak again; he seemed anxious.
"Well, I think it’s my turn," he murmured, taking on a serious expression, staring at the whip on the table. "The truth is, Ava, I’ve been using that whip for some time, and as you saw last night, Celeste is the one who helps me." Alex was still holding my hand, squeezing it tighter as if it gave him more conviction to speak. "It’s not that she enjoys it, or at least, I don’t think she does," he added with a smile. "And it’s not about anything sexual either. I just
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