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... aced with rose petals, rose water dripping in soft ripples, scented candles flickering along the edge of the tub. I even placed that damned pheromone candle on the side table—the one that always makes her skin flush and her lips part just so. Perfect. Now, where the hell is my wife?
I brushed my teeth, sprayed a hint of that mouth perfume she likes, fixed my collar as if we were about to step into some gala instead of our bathroom. Ten minutes passed. Nothing. No graceful footsteps, no s ...
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