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Venus said softly. "Okay." A bright smile appeared on Little Apple's face. Holding Venus's hand gently, Little Apple sneezed inexplicably. "Don't tell me you have a cold?" Looking at Little Apple, Venus asked worriedly. She reached out and put the back of her hand on Little Apple's forehead, her eyes full of concern. Little Apple shook his head gently. He had long been immune to both the cold and the hot temperature. “How could I catch a cold? Someone is probably talking about me.” Little Apple thought.

Célia The robe is now wide open on me, held only by my position and his. The fire caresses my bare skin. His fingers, free between bites, trace paths on my sternum, around a breast without ever touching it directly, making it tremble with anticipation. — The strawberries, he says finally, his voice hoarse with contained desire. He takes a perfect red strawberry, dips it lightly in the bowl of fresh cream. He brings it to my mouth. I bite. The fruit is sweet, tart, the cream rich. Juice runs down my chin.

{Mac Allister } I groaned as the loud ringtone pierced through the silence of my bedroom. Rubbing my temples, I stumbled out of bed and reached for my phone. Irritation filled me as I saw the name displayed on the screen—Lorenzo. Reluctantly, I answered the call, my voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Hello," I muttered. "Mac Allister," Lorenzo's voice sneered from the other end of the line. The sound of his voice sent a surge of anger through me. How dare he intrude upon my peace?