Conqueror of the Casanova

Togetherness

...Happy Reading's...

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"Ana," said Diandra, with tears that escaped just like that, wetting her cheeks.

Diandra looked at the clock on her wrist, she exhaled, as it turned out that she had been almost an hour asleep there.

Stretch the neck muscles, which feel sore, then open the shoes that he still wears. Then, move towards the kitchen, with uninspired steps.

Take the water in the refrigerator and drink it. He sat on the dining chair, the bottle of mineral water in his hand, and he put it on the table.

Diandra straightened his right hand on the table and laid his head there, while one more hand he folded in front of him.

"Dian, see I bought this shirt for you, don't you like it?" Ana, a teenager who had just returned home from shopping with her mother, showed two white shirts.

"Later we wear together, at the school farewell event," he added again with his cheerful style.

Diandra nodded with a happy smile, she picked up the clothes given by Ana, and stuck them in front of her body.

"Braven, good no?" ask Diandra.

Ana followed what Diandra did, both of them standing side by side in front of the mirror.

"Good dong. Whose choice was it?" said Ana, tilting her body.

"Diana dong!" said the two together, ending with his laughter that just broke.

The twin brothers dropped their bodies on the bed simultaneously, with laughter still lingering.

Diandra exhaled a rough breath while again raising his head, sitting leaning back on the chair.

A glimpse of her bond with Ana, before a love story breaks her brotherhood, makes her guilt re-stretch.

Diandra chose to walk to his room, his hand grabbing a bottle of mineral water on the table. He first headed to the living room, to pick up the bag left there.

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He chose to sit back with an upset face. Already often he yawned, his eyes felt already sore to resist sleepiness.

However, every time Diandra closed her eyes, she could not also fall asleep. There is a sense of uneasiness and discomfort that continues to interfere.

Finally, he chose to move to his desk, reopen the laptop and some files that he had not been able to work on in the office.

Until the morning, Diandra unconsciously slept on his desk, with the laptop still on.

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A man seemed to open the front door of Diandra's house, he walked inside so casually. His steps continued to swing deeper, until now he was standing in front of the door of the room Diandra.

Slowly he opened the door of the room, and going inside, his gaze immediately fell on the sleeping woman in a sitting position.

"Basic sloppy!" he muttered, with his head shaking faintly.

With a slow movement, he lifted Diandra's body and laid her on the bed.

Diandra, who had just fallen asleep, was not at all bothered by the man's movements, she just opened her eyes at a glance and fell back asleep with a smile on her lips.

The man seemed to be stroking the delicate face of Diandra, before giving a kiss on her forehead. He leaned back, and walked toward the desk.

He sat there, and did something on Diandra's laptop, until a while later he stood up and lay down on the bed with a position to hug Diandra.

...🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹...

...Seriate...