🇨🇭🇦🇵🇹🇪🇷 🇸🇮🇽🇹🇪🇪🇳 - 🇲🇦🇸🇸🇦🇬🇪 🇹🇭🇪🇷🇦🇵🇾
"🇴🇳🇪 🇫🇴🇴🇹, 🇹🇭🇪🇳 🇹🇭🇪 🇴🇹🇭🇪🇷. 🇩🇴🇳'🇹 🇱🇴🇴🇰 🇦🇹 🇦🇱🇱 🇫🇮🇻🇪 🇫🇪🇪🇹 🇦🇹 🇴🇳🇨🇪. 🇯🇺🇸🇹 🇹🇦🇰🇪 🇦 🇸🇹🇪🇵. 🇦🇳🇩 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇾🇴🇺'🇻🇪 🇹🇦🇰🇪🇳 🇹🇭🇦🇹 🇸🇹🇪🇵, 🇹🇦🇰🇪 🇴🇳🇪 🇲🇴🇷🇪. 🇪🇻🇪🇳🇹🇺🇦🇱🇱🇾 🇾🇴🇺'🇱🇱 🇲🇦🇰🇪 🇮🇹 🇹🇴 🇹🇭🇪 🇸🇭🇴🇼🇪🇷. 🇦🇳🇩 🇾🇴🇺'🇱🇱 🇲🇦🇰🇪 🇮🇹 🇹🇴 🇹🇴🇲🇴🇷🇷🇴🇼 🇦🇳🇩 🇳🇪🇽🇹 🇾🇪🇦🇷 🇹🇴🇴. 🇴🇳🇪 🇸🇹🇪🇵."
― 🇱🇴🇷🇮 🇬🇴🇹🇹🇱🇮🇪🇧, 🇲🇦🇾🇧🇪 🇾🇴🇺 🇸🇭🇴🇺🇱🇩 🇹🇦🇱🇰 🇹🇴 🇸🇴🇲🇪🇴🇳🇪:
🇦 🇹🇭🇪🇷🇦🇵🇮🇸🇹, 🇭🇪🇷 🇹🇭🇪🇷🇦🇵🇮🇸🇹, 🇦🇳🇩 🇴🇺🇷 🇱🇮🇻🇪🇸 🇷🇪🇻🇪🇦🇱🇪🇩
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🇧.) "🇴🇰🇦🇾, 🇯🇺🇸🇹 🇦 🇲🇦🇸🇸🇦🇬🇪." - 🇵🇷🇴🇨🇪🇪🇩, "🇲🇦🇸🇸🇦🇬🇪 🇹🇭🇪🇷🇦🇵🇾"
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She knew what she wanted, and if the emotions in her eyes were enough to go off by, so did you.
The entire time you sat there- knees pressed into the soft fabric of her bath mat- she was patient. Expectant. It was if she was giving you the chance to choose what you wanted but was wordlessly trying to sway your opinion. She wanted you to agree to something more than just a meaningless massage, something more intimate and deep. Something you couldn't provide.
As beautiful as Natalya was, and as tempting as the offer may be, you just couldn't do it. You were married, you had taken a vow, wrote your name on a contract and signed your life away to someone else- her brother of all people. Natalya may not be able to respect that, but you sure as hell could.
"Just a massage, okay?"
Her response was almost immediate. You saw the way her expression shifted from a sort of mild-eagerness to disappointment, a quick replacement that you forced yourself to ignore as you sat on the heels of your feet and worked on the sleeves of your blouse, rolling it up past your forearms so that it wouldn't get in the way. By the time you looked back up, Natalya was back to being nonchalant again.
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Fanfic"ᴛʜᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪss ɪ ᴅɪᴇ" ― ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ sʜᴀᴋᴇsᴘᴇᴀʀᴇ, ʀᴏᴍᴇᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ Every word was a shovel of dirt on a grave, the kiss had been the final seal. The confirmation of the end. (Name) is no longer a slave bound by shackles, but instead, a wom...
