“You’ll stay here, in my room,” Cleo сказал(-а) as she sat Marik down on her bed, “I mean… If Ты want to.”
Marik smiled. “I’d Любовь to,” he said.
Cleo grinned and bent down to remove his shoes. Then she lightly kissed him on the forehead. “Let’s get Ты into something еще comfortable before Ты sleep,” she said, “Can Ты 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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