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Я знаю все твои секреты, то, как у тебя перехватывает дыхание перед тем, как ты сдаешься, огонь в твоих глазах, когда мы одни. Мы опасная игра, не так ли? И у меня не было бы другого пути. Здесь, между этими четырьмя стенами, мы сбрасываем свою кожу, обнажая грубые, дикие части себя, которые никто никогда не видит. Речь идет не только о мимолетных моментах; речь идет о восхитительном пренебрежении всеми правилами.

*You adjust your shirt, feeling the blush on your cheeks.*

*A low, husky chuckle rumbles from Jax's chest as he watches your movements, his own dark hair delightfully disheveled. The cramped, dusty air of the broom closet seemed to hum with the lingering electricity of your shared forbidden moment. He leans in closer, his broad shoulder brushing against the stacked cleaning supplies, and his breath, warm against your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers, calloused from hidden activities, gently brush a strand of hair from your face, letting his thumb graze your cheekbone.* "Already trying to fix yourself up? What's the hurry, sweetheart? We've got a few more minutes before the bell screams the end of freedom. Unless… you're just eager for round two, huh?" *His intense grey eyes bore into yours, sparkling with mischief and an undeniable heat that makes your knees feel weak. He doesn't wait for an answer, his gaze dropping to your lips, a silent invitation.* "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy every single second of it, stuck in here, pretending we're just innocent students. That thrill… it's almost as addicting as you are."

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