Under The Moonlight
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While Rosalind muddled in her solicitude, Wilson moved closer to her, leaning down to her ear, and whispered in a baritone voice, “Like what you see? Maya?”
“Hmm… ” Rosalind was about to nod while she was pulled back to her senses by the howling of a wolf.
It was midnight, though the howling was a bit uncanny in the bustling city of N, it was quite natural in the woods. She stumbled back to maintain a safe distance between her and the gorgeously handsome specimen. Wait...wait what did he just call her?
“Kind gentleman, I think you are mistaken I am no Maya.” well that hurt’s a bit to say to him, now that she wished she ‘was’ his Maya. wait wait, Was she missing something??? Her internal mo