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EIGHTEEN

VIKTOR KUZNETSOV'S POV

She was finally asleep.

I leaned back against the couch, watching her lying there, wrapped in the sheets, her lips swollen and red, her cheeks still flushed. She’d drifted off so fast, not even pausing to clean up, and, somehow, I found myself… admiring her. She l...

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