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... from?" Sylvia reclined back into the sofa, covering up with the small sofa blanket that honestly did nothing to hide anything. She looked unbothered.
Joey ran a hand through his damp hair, his chest rising and falling too fast. "What...I am married, Sylvia. I shouldn’t...we shouldn’t have done this at all."
"Don’t ruin this moment, Joey." Sylvia turned her head toward him, her dark hair spilling across the cushions, her eyes half-lidded. "Please...just let me bask in it." She beg ...
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