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... actually said that? Her eyes narrowed as she processed his words, and then, with a resigned shake of her head, she muttered, "Fine."
She walked toward the box and opened it, pulling out a perfectly designed and crisply ironed crepe-black shirt. Holding it in her hands, she glanced at him, her expression one of mock authority.
"Stand still," she commanded, her tone playfully firm, though her heart fluttered slightly at the intimacy of the moment.
Zylan, always one to tease ...
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