TAYLOR
"I'll be going back to bed. I don't know about you," I replied. My decision hung in the air like a fragile thread, waiting for his response. Vladimir's expression was a mosaic of emotions, ranging from shock to disbelief and finally settling into a mix of frustration and understanding.
"You've got to be kidding, right?" he said, the disbelief painted clearly on his face. His voice carried a note of incredulity, as if he couldn't fathom my decision, especially after the passionate kiss that we had just shared.
The dimly lit room seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself were suspended, while our words hung in the air like an unspoken promise. The silence that followed was weighty, pregnant with unspoken desires and the unresolved tension that simmered between us.
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