The Wrong Woman
Nathan felt a surge like an electric shock, his body tingling, his heart fluttering as he instinctively leaned back.
Mila hooked her hand behind his head, drawing him closer. Under her persistent fervor, Nathan's thoughts began to blur. Her warm breath teased Nathan's ear, sending shivers down his spine and kindling a fire within him.
In a haze, he heard Mila's whisper. "I have a gun."
Nathan was stunned, locking eyes with Mila, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. It seemed miraculous, yet almost like a jest.
How could she have smuggled a gun into such a heavily guarded place?
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