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    “There are other parts of my body you should get familiar with too,” he whispered.


    Corrine’s mind spiraled, her breath hitching as he kissed her and guided her hand down again, pulling her into a haze of warmth and longing.


    She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she finallyined, exhaustion and frustration mingling in her gaze.


    “Nate… I’m tired.”


    But he didn’t respond, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.


    His grip on her waist tightened, and in a low, husky murmur, he whispered, “Just a little longer, baby.”


    Corrine bit her lip lightly, helplessness flickering in her eyes as she looked at him.


    “I really cannot take it anymore…”


    Nate’s gaze lowered, locking onto her. Her clear, shimmering eyes held an air of innocence, but the subtle uptick at their corners added an undeniable allure.


    His expression darkened, a dangerous thought flickering through his mind. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a fleeting kiss.


    “Then let’s do this somewhere else.”


    Corrine blinked, momentarily dazed. Before she could even react, the world around her tilted, and the next thing she knew, her face was buried in a pillow.


    Momentster, after an intense exchange of passion, Corrine was utterly spent. She barely stirred as Nate scooped her up effortlessly and carried her into the bathroom.


    The next morning, Corrine’s phone buzzed with an iing call from Jayden.


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    “Corrine, we have found your mother’s ashes.”


    Her fingers tightened slightly around the device.


    “When will they be reburied?”


    “Your grandfather wants your input on that,” Jayden replied.


    “Should we leave them in the same cemetery or move them elsewhere?” The theft of Kiley’s ashes had exposed the cemetery’sck of security. Keeping them there meant risking another vition.


    Corrine pressed her lips together, her gaze clouded with thought. A long silence stretched before she finally spoke.


    “Let’s move them to a new ce.”


    “Alright.”


    As soon as the call ended, Tanya walked over, cing a bowl of oatmeal in front of Corrine.


    Corrine picked up the spoon, but the moment she tried to lift it, a sharp tremor ran through her sore wrist.


    Tanya gasped.


    “Oh my, Miss Hond, did you hurt your wrist?”


    “Huh?” Corrine froze, only now realizing how obvious her difort was. When she saw Tanya’s concerned expression, warmth rushed to her face.


    Clearing her throat, Corrine forced augh.


    “It’s nothing. I just… twisted it a little.”


    At that moment, Nate emerged from the study, his voice carrying an unmistakable smugness.


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