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<p>Aella nodded as Logan made that statement. They both stared at each other with grim determination etched on their faces. They were trying to show more bravery than they felt, because deep down, fear was taking over.</p>
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<p>They separated from each other and Aella walked to the closet. She opened it and went inside, picking a few clothes and other things she thought she might need. She picked two of her dresses, a few toiletries and underwear, and one of Logan's shirts as a sort of reminder. Before stuffing it in the duffel bag, she put the shirt to her nose and sniffed appreciatively, closing her eyes in rapture. She would miss his cedarwood scent and what it did to her senses.</p>
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<p>She opened her eyes and looked at the shirt. It was the black button shirt that she had worn on that memorable afternoon when she had turned Logan's room upside down to annoy him. She remembered how he had stared at her bare legs, how his eyes had burned into her, stripping her naked with its intensity, and shuddered. Something in her lower belly throbbed and she could feel herself getting turned on just by the memory.</p>
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<p>But before that single memory could do more damage, she silently berated herself for dwelling on it and threw the shirt into the duffel bag, zipping it up. She slung the hand of the bag over her shoulder and walked back to the room.</p>
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