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KAREN’S POV.

At once, I wrenched Roland's hand from my waist, catching him off guard, before I turned, and looked at him. He was trying not to smile.

“You're sleepy, so let's go. Don't stress me out,” I said, glaring at him.

He laughed.

“Wow. You're being obvious, know that?” He bent, whisp...

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