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... tion of being watched.
There he was—Ryan—looming over my bed, his hand suspended inches from my face.
"What the hell are you doing?"I hissed, clutching the thin sheet to my chest.
He didn’t answer.
But then I really looked at him—his dilated pupils, the fine sheen of sweat glistening on his bare chest, the unmistakable bulge straining against his boxers.
Recognition hit me instantly.
"Shit," I muttered. "She drugged you."
Evelyn’s innocent ...
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