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172.

OLIVIA'S POV

UNDER the soft glow of the twilight, he stood and I could hear the smooth sailing of his voice in the air, smooth and sweet.

It was too dark to see. Yet the grip of his words on me was soft but strong, and so there was no other choice but to follow the trail of his words.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I rather paid attention to his soothing words rather than my pent up emotions that roamed free in my mind.

It was an easy choice, though surprising considering the aura of energy in his words that I couldn't so much as resist any.

He stood near the corner of the room as he leaned against the cold walls of the room naked but for the towel he was having round him.

The orange flame of a candle I had lit earlier cast his face in gold tones.

I don't know why but maybe due to the pent up emotions reaching a maximum point in the room I started to sob.

It started with just a confused tear running down the creek of my chin to a torrent, I gave in to the outpour—An out pou
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