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She takes a deep breath as his hand trails the curve of her dainty waist down to her hips. The touch is familiar, the sandalwood scent emanating from him not different at all.

"You looked. comfortable." he mutters, sending shivers down her spine. There is something about him at this moment that she can't quite fathom, a certain air around him that feels suffocating.

“With what?” she asks. The mirror catches the faintest tremor at the corner of her mouth.

"With him."

She ...