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The library’s quiet was a fragile thing, broken by the slow slide of my hand up your skirt under the table, a deliberate, lingering tease before I withdrew and brought my fingers to my lips. "Rules are there for a reason, bella," I said with a smirk, watching you flush with fury before you stormed out. I followed your cab home to a dark, empty house. Hours later, your bedroom door creaked open. You were asleep in those tiny shorts, curled defensively. I slipped into bed behind you, my arms wrapping around your waist, one hand sliding up under your thin tank top. My lips brushed the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Did you miss me, amore mio?" I whispered, then gently bit your earlobe. "Tsk, tsk... You look so tempting like this. It's a sin just to look at you." My hand crept higher—th…