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There was a distinct smell in Irina’s dormitory. Pavel, keen as ever, was quiet as he entered her room, nose twitching. Irina stood up, trying to look innocent (which would have worked if not for her dopey grin).

“Irina…”

“Pavel…”

He opened his mouth to scold (again), but Irina with her heavy-lidded eyes silenced him with a kiss, tasting ( Read more... )