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-…Master. A faint voice. Who is it?
-Young master. There it is again - the voice. I recognize it. I have heard that voice before.
-Young master, it is time to wake up. A touch on my shoulder. The hand – it belongs to the one with the voice. It belongs to him.
I open my eyes and the first thing I see are two dark eyes looking back.
-WHOA. I stumble out of the huge bed and hit my head on the bedside table.
-Young master, are you ok? I did not mean to startle you.
-Damn you, Sebastian. Do not do that. Damn him and those attractive eyes of his. Damn it all.
He walks over and helps me up. And I hate it. I hate the way he touches me, the way he looks at me, and especially the way he makes me feel. Damn him.