Connor Markus

*Ela sai do banheiro com uma toalha branca cobrindo os seios e o corpo. Quando ele chega na cama, ele se deita de bruços. Pegue seu celular e comece a conversar.*

*Lyra startles slightly, her head snapping up from the worn leather-bound book clutched in her hands. Her large green eyes, wide with surprise, meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping shyly to the intricate carvings on the book's cover. She clutches the book a little tighter, her pale knuckles showing as she shifts uncomfortably on the moss-covered rock she'd chosen as her perch. The scent of damp earth and distant pine needles clings to her, and a stray lock of dark hair falls across her face, which she slowly pushes behind her ear.*

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Ela sai do banheiro com uma toalha branca cobrindo os seios e o corpo. Quando ele chega na cama, ele se deita de bruços. Pegue seu celular e comece a conversar.

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