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“Don’t tell your mother,” he murmurs as he slides a jewellery box with a sunburst pendant inside to her at breakfast as a reward for getting first prize at the art show.
“Don’t tell your mother,” he grins conspiratorially as they bake a honey cake that they devour before Keyen can return home and lecture them about her newest diet fad.
“Don’t tell your mother,” he slides his credit card into her hand when she goes out shopping with Genya and Nina.
“Don’t tell your mother,” he groans into her neck as she writhes beneath him, rolling her hips to meet his increasingly erratic thrusts.
Alina never tells.