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37 The first few stirs from her sleep and Ciara was feeling the heavy rays from the sun beating on her face. With a tug, she pulled the duvet up to her chest. Her hair was tousled on her face, and she sleepily ran her fingers through them. Sitting up, she took a glance around the bedroom. Having a few seconds of relapse, she wondered where she was. But then she recalled and let out a mournful sigh. Dread rushed through her nerves as she checked her side. To her relief, he wasn't next to her. And she didn't feel like he had done anything to her last night. It was both relieving and unnerving. He'd boldly admitted that he was gonna make her his plaything. Didn't he mean s*x, or was there another hidden meaning to it? The noisy water-flushing sound from the bathroom almost got her jump
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