Prologue

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Tara and Freya were sitting in Freya's House, cuddled up together on the couch, their bodies intertwined. They stole glances at each other. Slowly the air grew thick with tension, their breaths mingling as their eyes locked.
Tara's hand gently traced the sides of Freya's face, while Freya's fingers lightly ran through Tara's hair. A hint of a smirk played on Tara's lips as she pulled Freya closer.
„You know," Tara whispered, her voice soft yet sultry,
„I can't stop thinking about last night..."

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