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When Harlan's hand touched her waist, Renee subconsciously shrank back.

God knew that she had been complaining about her waist aching in the morning. He had said that he wanted to massage her waist, and as he did so, the conversation went on.

When she was in the bedroom, on the sofa, in the bathroom...

She could accept all of these things. After all, they were all places for her to rest