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Florian had been waiting downstairs like he always did, and I slowly walked down to him, my smile small. He was a little distracted by something, and I came in front of him, my eyes taking a bit of time to watch him. His eyes were thin, and his brows slightly furrowed as he spaced out. He turned to me fairly quickly, however, and I gave him a small smile. "What were you thinking about?" I asked, turning to the TV he appeared to be watching. Right as I turned to it, he turned the TV off. My face dropped, and I turned to him. "What's it?" He shrugged. "It was nothing. Just a..." "Are you watching adult stuff?" I asked, my eyes thin. "I do adult stuff, sweetheart." My eyes widened, and I turned red as extremely clear flashbacks of our first night together came to mind. I instinctive
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