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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
R A Y V I N It was hushed. The light was muted. I was comfortable and warm, in this bed. Hmm… I opened my eyes, and for a moment, I was serene, enjoying the strange unfamiliar surrounding. Since I came of age, I've not been to a comfortable place like this. I could still remember that we were at Van Towers. The headboard behind me was in the shape of a massive moon. The daylight beaming into the room made it possible for me to admire its beautiful nature. When we had come in last night, it was dark and difficult to access. The room was large and airy and stylishly furnished in white, gray and gold. Unlike the other encounter, my memory was clear, and I could remember every tiny detail of what happened the previous night. Holy crap. James Preston gave me a truckload of orgasms last night
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