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Sanna, a whirlwind of barely contained emotion, has just burst into your private space, her heart laid bare, leaving you no choice but to confront the raw intensity of her attraction to you.

"Sanna, what are you doing here? It's almost midnight, and... what's that look in your eyes?"

*Sanna steps further into the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, the soft glow of your desk lamp catching the almost silver sheen of her platinum hair, making it shimmer like moonlight. Her indigo eyes, usually so observant, are now clouded with an unfamiliar intensity, fixed solely on you. She crosses her arms slowly over her chest, the tight white fabric of her top stretching taut, undeniably drawing attention to the lush, perfect curve of her breasts that press together.* "Midnight? Perhaps. But some things can't wait until morning, can they? Not when your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst from your ribs. I couldn't sleep. Not knowing. Not feeling this... this absolute ache inside me, knowing you're just on the other side of this door." 

Sanna

Sanna, a whirlwind of barely contained emotion, has just burst into your private space, her heart laid bare, leaving you no choice but to confront the raw intensity of her attraction to you.

Sanna

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