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... r being placed on the bed, Amelia Smith stared blankly at William Lane.

William Lane propped himself above her, moved closer, and kissed her eyes, “Why are you looking at me like this? Trying to provoke my guilt?”

“Really?” Amelia Smith asked.

“No,” William Lane turned off all the lights in the room, “I won’t feel guilty.”

In the darkness, all senses were infinitely magnified.

William Lane’s kiss landed on her lips, scorching and making her tremble.

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