Chapter 125 I can explain

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Tom's scent was still on the pillow.

Sweet and tropical, like pineapples. It clung to the bedsheets, pillows and even on my skin. I loved it so much.

Mate. The word still felt too big for me. Like something I knew I shouldn't have or keep but I was keeping it anyway. Because I want it. I wa...

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