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... in one hand. As I approached his door, my mind was already spinning with how I’d play this moment. How I’ll act as loving as always.
The door was slightly open, and I pushed it without knocking, stepping into the room. Zane was pacing, looking tense, his injured arm already wrapped in thick bandage. He wore only loose pants, the waistband sitting low on his hips, revealing the taut lines of his abdomen. He wasn’t on any shirt. His hair was disheveled, falling slightly to his face and his ...
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