LEILA
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The weight of what he had just said settled heavily on me as I walked through the hallway leading back to my room trying to look back at the footsteps, even though I knew better than to actually turn around.
It was messing with my head, this whole situation.
He was kind of a gentle person this time without telling me to pick up my things and leave, which was totally unexpected after… well, everything.
Although there was still little command in his tone even if he tried to be careful while I rocked on his crotch more of his d**k back there, a chill crawled up my spine remembering how it felt.
I didn’t look back, but I felt the weight of his gaze, mightily settling on me, burning into the back of my skull even through the damn wall I wished I wished was between us, just
