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MAKAYLA
She woke up naked with the bedsheets tangled around her body. She groaned as the memories of what transpired during the night hit her.
A smile lifted at the side of her lips as she turned her head to look at Knox. His eyes were wide open like he had been awake, watching her as she slept.
“Ah!” Makayla screamed and almost fell out of the bed but he held her hand and drew her close to him.
“That was creepy!” she placed her hand on her chest. “Why you staring at me like that?” His expression remained stoic.
She snapped her fingers in his face.
“To earth, Knox.”
He blinked his eyes. “You remind me of my Ayesha.”
Makayla raised an eyebrow. "Ayesha? Who is she?" He ignored her and stood up to go to the bathro
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