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Kate moved to her room, noticing Denzel had still kept her former room. Mia had silently helped her arrange her things.
Not a single word was shared between them after the conversation at the door. And Kate worried.
She watched her as she lifted her luggage over to the wardrobe. Kate eyed her figure. The perfect shape and curves.
She couldn’t swear that Denzel wasn’t fucking her every night