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... asn’t aware of what the special occasion today was.
His large palm clasped her waist, locking his gaze onto her with eyes as scorching as magma.
Isabelle Willow’s face flushed. For the better part of her life, she had never been the initiator. Others always said that men preferred women who understood the art of seduction; she didn’t want to be lacking compared to others. If others could, then so could she.
Yet, under his gaze, she still felt as if aflame. "What are you s ...
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