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Bo spread on his bed, turning on the left side, closing his eyes only images of Annabelle were appearing in front of his sight.
"What did you do to me?" He shook his head and sat straight, his eyes shifted on the refrigerator, and went to pick a bottle of water.
He lazily strode to the refrigerator and took a bottle of water, taking a sip.
A soft hand moved around his chest. He parted the bottle from his mouth. The scent was familiar, not something that he could forget while it perfumed for him the whole night and during that dance time.
"What do you want Annabelle?"
Bo asked, grabbing her hands, he turned back. He gazed at those daring eyes. They were glowing, her pinky sweet lips were seductive.
She smiled, didn't reply to his question.
"Did you get jealous of Shemaya?"
