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... dampening her cheeks. Her small hands trembled as she pulled up the zipper of her jeans. She fumbled with the metal button, her thumb slipping two or three times before finally fastening it.
Ivana felt his gaze, her already wet cheeks flushing red again: "I don’t need your apology; I just need you to tell the driver to turn the car around."
Still thinking about Ivy Linden?
Leon Keane frowned: "Turning around is impossible. I’ve already apologized; whether or not you accep ...
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