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That night, after Alessandro showered, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his warm breath ghosting across my neck.
He gently nibbled on my earlobe and expertly began to lift my nightgown.
"Alessia, let's have a baby," he whispered.
I pressed his wandering hands down, turning to face him. My voice was flat. "Alessandro, I feel dirty."
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