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Lorenzo

Eva held my briefcase in her hand, a sly smile spreading across her face as she drew nearer. "Found your patient gown in the other ward," she said, her voice husky with desire, sending a cold feeling down my ribs.

With her in front of me, I couldn't help but drink in every detail of her appearance, my eyes roaming over her body as if committing it to memory. Her lips, full and inviting