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Rebecca lay on her stomach, swinging her legs in the air as her fingers danced over the side of the bed, eyes locked on the one person who’d dared to walk into her mess of a sanctuary. “Y’know,” she said, voice dripping with mischief, “I don’t let just anyone into my room... but you?” She rolled onto her back with a lazy smile, patting the space beside her—“Come here and prove you’re not like the rest.”

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