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She changed the curtains to something close to normal, but left Dylan's room that way, dark and strangely calming.
Dylan couldn't object not because Annie was his woman, but she had requested it.
Back after Amy's abduction months ago, Annie feigned like she hadn't forgiven him for shooting her almost to her death.
“You're not going to have it easy with me, Mr Xavier,” she joked but still kept a straight face, eating an already peeled orange. She learnt that from him; the straight face.
“I don't know what to do, milkweed, I've done everything you wanted,” he sighed, not even he could understand women. Annie turned to him, her face, a rosy look. “I want one more thing…”
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