The Ruthless Mafia
She was really struggling with Nightroe’s arms around her waist, even though he was still sneezing far too often.
“Let me go, Nightroe. You’re hurting me,” said Svanna—striving desperately to push Nightroe away, only to meet the same result every time.
She gave up. Almost without realizing it, she let out a harsh breath, then noticed something odd about her body. Something wet. Had Nightroe been sneezing so much that his nose was running? That was absolutely disgusting. Oh God.
“Let me go, Nightroe!”
Perhaps her voice had been loud enough all along, because the sound of a door opening from the side of the house immediately filled the space between them.
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