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It was almost midnight and Clara lay in her bed unable to sleep.
What did that brief contact mean? Was Andre staging another of his manipulation games? Why had she reacted to it so much? Why did he affect her even though she knew he was bad news? Why was she awake thinking of him when she had to be up in less than six hours to prepare for work?
She rested her head against the headboard, pulling the duvet over her body. She needed to get rid of these... feelings or whatever they were before they started to eat into her slowly. For the first time, she wished she were attracted to Leon because he would have been the best distraction from what was going on inside her.
A wave of guilt surged within her as she imagined using Leon as a mere distraction. No one deserved to be used in that way even if it were limited to her thoughts.
But she had made another physical contact with Andre and all it had done had been to remind her of that time at the stri
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