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... idge to the tip, it’s flawless, like a masterpiece completed by a master sculptor. Her lips were painted with light pink lip balm, resembling enticing crystal jelly.
Silas’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he entertained thoughts he shouldn’t have about Ivana.
Silas wanted to look away, feeling he shouldn’t keep staring. The more he looked, the nastier his thoughts became, and even his body was beyond his control, undergoing unspeakable changes.
Silas chuckled in self-mockery. Leo ...
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