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Thorne threw away his pajama top. I hurriedly pulled him from his nape.

I wanted him to know how wild and wanton I was. I wanted him to think of me as a btch. I wanted to continue my plan, and he would end this damn agreement the soonest.

That was all that running in my head. But when I started kissing him, I was unaware of the chaste kiss I gave him.

It was passionate and uncultivated. The kiss I never gave to any man.

Thorne nibbled my lower lip. Tempting me to do a wild kiss—the one he was expecting. But I felt so pure and unpretentious...