...across the candlelit table, I felt my knees go weak. My heart began to race and my stomach turned to butterflies...
That's when I realised that I'd drugged the wrong glass.
...across the candlelit table, I felt my knees go weak. My heart began to race and my stomach turned to butterflies...
That's when I realised that I'd drugged the wrong glass.
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