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    That fantasy felt tamepared to reality. His pulse thundered as he bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and drove deeper.


    With each movement, he found ces inside her that made her gasp, her body reacting before she could speak.


    Panic flickered in her eyes, and she suddenly blurted out, “Don’t—don’t finish inside!”


    Wesley’s jaw tightened as a raw groan escaped him. Just before tipping over, he pulled out, shuddering as the wave hit him.


    He copsed against her,pletely spent. His chest rose and fell, sweat cooling against his skin.


    The air between them was thick and humid—a quiet reminder of what had just passed.


    Wesley’s face showed the deep satisfaction of release as he traced slow, tender circles along Elena’s back. In azy tone, he asked, “Elena, did it feel good for you?”


    Elena was still catching her breath, clearly stirred from their intense encounter. A mild annoyance flickered across her face as she responded to Wesley’s remark.


    A soft chuckle escaped Wesley, his mood unexpectedly lightened. Any previous irritation seemed to melt away.


    Underneath the cozy covers, he kept his arm tenderly around her, pondering her earlier words. “Consider being my girlfriend,” he gently suggested.


    Feeling less difort, Elena shifted away and sat up. “Right now, that’s not on my mind,” she replied, her eyes on the clothes scattered around.


    However, Wesley swiftly pulled her back before she could reach for her garments. A frown marred his face, puzzled by her apparent disdain—something unique in his experience.


    Silent from his vexation, he watched as Elena freed herself and began to dress.


    “Think over what I’ve offered, Wesley. I’m heading out now,” she said firmly.


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    He watched her leave decisively, frustration mounting.


    The once cozy, warm ambiance evaporated swiftly.


    Sitting back against the bed, Wesley lingered in the residual warmth she left behind, reflecting on the lost moment.


    He lit a cigarette, his features obscured by swirling smoke, his face a mask of turmoil.


    After the intense encounter, Elena retreated to freshen up in her room. Deep into the night at the Harper vi, only Louis was awake, engaged in a heated online debate using a secondary ount.


    The film A Dream Within A Dream had not only surpassed a billion in box office earnings but also garnered critical acim. Louis had shared a celebratory image from the director on social media, which triggered an aggressive response from a troll using the project of giarizing a foreign novel.


    Louis initially dismissed the usations as typical inte trolling. However, this troll was persistent, not only criticizing the director but also casting aspersions on Lena, the screenwriter, using her of giarism.


    Bombarded by relentless usations, Louis feltpelled to engage. To avoid any bacsh on his heavily followed main ount, he logged into an alternate ount to reply directly.


    The trollmented, “A Dream Within A Dream is nothing but a ripoff! It tarnishes Houis! Everyone should shun this giarized film!”


    Louis typed back, “Enough with your baseless ims! Where’s your proof?”


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