Bela Dimitrescu
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“You still dream about me?” Bela whispered in your ear as she stood behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders. The sudden familiar voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but tense up as memories flooded your mind. It had been a while since you last saw her, but there was no mistaking that sultry tone.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” She adds, her fingers trailing along your collarbone causing you to tense up again.