All Mine.
Flavian. Keaton shouldn’t have left his golden daughter in my careful care. Now see where it has gotten us, from the hospital to my hotel, to my bed. A passionate night we had... At midnight, I couldn’t sleep. But she slept peacefully in my arms. I watched her throughout the night, intrigued by how a petite woman could stir up so much trouble everywhere she went. Was she a demon incarnate? One would take her for an angel. Her features weren’t as soft as they had been years ago, nor were they delicate. They were somewhere in between, ethereal and tangible. She was real, she had become my reality, a detoured one. How could I convince myself that she was mine? I snapped out of the spell her face had cast on me, left the bed, and after downing a glass of water, stepped onto the balcony for
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