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Me in my room when I was 18, by myself, come back

Having orgasms

Thinking of Magnus

“You look beautiful,” Magnus tellswhat to say There’s a kind smile on his lips, and he seeht Or, at least, it looks like it

“Shall we?” he asksin my silence, and offers me his arm I walk inside the restaurant with a smile on my face; arm-in-arm with the man I’m supposed to destroy

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Magnus

Penny Wright, rown into a beautiful woman

Which, in a way, is a fucking shame

If she were any other woman, I’d just turn my charm on and let the chips fall where they , and her body must've been sculpted by the Devil himself, each and every one of her curves like sin turned into flesh

When she got out of the taxi, just one look at her andover her tight-fitting dress It took a lot of willpower to stop that train of thought—that's for fucking sure

I was a bit surprised I didn’t recognize her at the gala; I rarely forget a face and, fuck, it’sabout, but in a way, that was bound to happen At eighteen she was just a bony teenager, a rough draft of the wo beautiful wo more

Soerous

“So, journalish around the edges “You were at Yale back then, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, graduated just a few lasses “And you? Still a rich bastard, right?”