Chapter 15 15) Sinking All The Way to the Mariana Trench

When I stepped out of the shower, I smelled heavenly of shampoo. I had slipped into a matching camisole and shorts set made of ultra-soft silk that wouldn't irritate my skin in the slightest—absolute bliss. After devouring all those oily appetizers, haydari, and melon in the sweltering Bodrum heat, ...

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