Late Joanna

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I snap out of my frozen state and suck in a deep breath before slapping Reagan's hand away and snarled, "Get away from me!" I'm staring at him like I would a ghost. My eyes, almost bulging out of my head, and the blood drained from my face. Never in my entire life had I taken a bath with the opposite s*x, not even with the same s*x. And he'd just said it so casually like he's saying we should have breakfast together. He's even staring at me with an oblivious look as if he didn't know what he just did. My hands are both fisted at the top of the shirt I had on, holding them together as he had almost got the first button open. He tries taking a step closer to me, but I stop him by raising my palm at him. "Stop right there. I'm not getting naked in front of you, neither am I walking into th

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