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... her spine. It was devoid of all warmth.
Kira swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on a painting on the wall. She couldn’t look at him. Not yet. "I... I need water. I’m thirsty."
"There is no need to leave."
She finally turned, and the breath left her lungs in a sharp gasp. Derek stood there, steam still clinging to his skin. He wore nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips. His hair was damp, falling over his forehead in dark, messy clumps. Without the suit, witho ...
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