CASHMERE.

CASHMERE.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 7, 2026
She leaned in close, her breath warm against my neck. "You smell so sweet... like cashmere." And just like that, my body betrayed me. Reputation is everything but yet, Cassia and Rayan were never supposed to matter to each other. Just tension, misunderstandings, and a history that wasn't supposed to be written. Cassia wants control, but Rayan is chaos. Now it's late nights, stolen glances, and silent tensions that feel too loud to ignore. Because hate was never the problem. It was everything underneath it. CASHMERE...
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