Chapter 41 Mm, so peachy!

Anna Shannel Lin 1.6k words

Patricia

Dior got me pinned against the shower wall with his head slightly tilted to look down at me. There isn't an ounce of fat on his body, and the arm resting on the tiles is heavy with well-developed muscles someone would expect on a pro athlete.

I swallow thickly, nervous under...

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