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„What do you think? What happened that the authorities haven’t charged us for that night at the hotel's kitchen?” I asked while whisking the ingredients for muffins.
Ollie lifted his forefinger to the chin and looked up, pretending to think seriously about my question. Even in that funny moment, he looked undeniably hot, and it had nothing to do with his half-naked torso and low-hanging pants. His hair was dusted with flour, and a piece of baking dough in the corner of his mouth made him look out of this world.
We have spent three whole days in his villa. We did not even go out to eat, sightsee, or meet with our friends; we sent them short but concise messages explaining our plans for the coming days. I have no idea what it is about him that draws me to him like a magnet, but
