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The night was clear, so was the silence; Matthew walked to his living room with a drink in one hand and a phone on the other. He knew it was stupid of him to be thinking of a girl on the verge of womanhood the same way he thought of women he had s*x with, except there was a slight difference on this one. He wanted her as much as he wanted to spend time talking with her. With others, it was clear cut business or an arrangement that had no emotional equation to it.
Taking a little long sip of his whiskey, Matthew thought, for a split second of breaking the promise he'd made her, he was curious about her, but as fast as he'd thought it, he squashed it; he would keep the promise because she trusted him.
Magic room.
He snorted as he remembered it. She was romantic, the kind that
