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MARIANA

I woke up the next morning with a strange heaviness in my chest.

The events of the night before played over and over in my mind.

Amir's words, his touch, the way he made me feel so exposed.

It was like he saw straight through me, peeling back layers I wasn't ready to confront.

I sat up in bed, staring at the faint sunlight creeping through the curtains.

My hand instinctively went to my face, where his fingers had touched me.

I could still feel the warmth of his palm, the intensity of his gaze.

What was he doing to me?

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