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“Who said I wanted to touch you?” Yelena said, brows arched up in shock at how forward the other was. I mean it wasn’t exactly a lie, Orla was beautiful and because of that she wasn’t opposed to the suggestion the other made but she also knew allowing herself to give into that temptation so easily would probably not be good for either of them. So both hands curled around the glass of vodka she had asked the bartender for, her attention focusing on the beverage as Orla approached - worried what might happen if she allowed her eyes to linger on her for much longer. “Have a drink with me first,” she said, nodding towards the stool beside her.















