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"Stop," I whined from under the sheets, my cheeks flaming red, my heartbeat wild. I loved the things he did to me. I loved the things he made me feel. "Fine. I won't look at you. I won't look at you, Angeline." I slowly put the sheets down, just below my eyes, and he was right there, staring at me, his eyes slightly shielded by his hair, his lips slightly parted. I gave a small squeal and pulled the sheets back up, causing him to laugh again. His hands gently wrapped around me, and he pulled me into him, his legs wrapping lightly around mine as he pressed me down to his body regardless of the fact that I was rolled up in sheets like a f*****g burrito. "You said you weren't going to look at me," I said, moving the sheets from around my face. "I can't help it," he whispered, his voice