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Not Your Toy
Luna I open my eyes and wince in pain. I press my hand on my head, trace my fingers to soothe my pain. I gaze down, see my body covered in a white bedsheet. I look at my side, isn't surprised to see myself in Luther's room. His side is empty, which sadden my mood, and I don't know why. "Awake," My heart trembles, hearing his voice speak. I raise my head, and my body stiffens at the sight of him standing in a towel hung loosely from his torso. He looks freshly showered, and his hair is still wet. Droplets of water roll down of his curly brown locks, and my eyes follow it, rolling down his stubble to his sharp jaw and falling on his chest. It goes down from his hard sculpture, my mouth-watering as the droplet passes through his eight-pack abs down his v-line and disappears behind his
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