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I feel like someone is lightly caressing my bare back. I open my eyes, seeing Iskander, who was focused on every scar on my body. I had noticed that look when he looked at me with regret, but I didn't remember him. Two days had passed and in these two days, As soon as they started we were having sex in the kitchen, shower... Iskander had to take all the staff out of the house so we were alone...

He hadn't realized that I was looking at him, so he closed his eyes and let him gently caress my back, giving me a recognition, a new feeling that I didn't think I would have with Iskander, and the truth is, I think we needed this to ease things, he seemed more open. me

"Good morning," he murmured into the pillow. He stops caressing my back to feel a kiss on it.

"Good morning," he murmurs, brushing some strands out of my face.

"What time is it?" I say, moving to sit up.

"Eight in the morning," he says, leaning back against the headboard. I get up in front of him, leaving my legs on the si