Alpha Malik
If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack.
Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp.
A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.
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