“You’ll stay here, in my room,” Cleo detto as she sat Marik down on her bed, “I mean… If te want to.”
Marik smiled. “I’d Amore to,” he said.
Cleo grinned and bent down to remove his shoes. Then she lightly kissed him on the forehead. “Let’s get te into something più comfortable before te sleep,” she said, “Can te stand?”
Marik shakily rose to his feet.
“Here,” she said, “Hold onto me.”
He grabbed her shoulders. The boy leaned against her...
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