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It's too early to say anything
Rosa's POV. I looked around the room. The candles had burned out, and the flowers had withered. Only the scent of s*x lingered in the air. I gazed at the disheveled bed, which had borne witness to my first time and now bore stains on the sheets. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized I had given myself to a devil who would never cherish my virtue. Every sign had proven true, confirming my belief about Maximo Leonardi. It seemed that none of it had held any significance for him. Those special moments, those feelings, those lingering touches, those deep and passionate stares – were they all truly meaningless? Our first kiss and the connection I had thought was real – did he not feel anything? Had he merely used my body and departed? Did the closeness and intimacy hold no value in his e
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