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We reached my room, Dante still carrying me. He gently opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind us with a soft click. He put me down carefully, his hands lingering on my waist. "Turn around," he commanded softly. I turned, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. He slowly unzipped my dress, letting it fall from my shoulders to my waist.
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