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Manon seeing Dorian while Rifthold was under attack:
“She had forgotten how much taller he was.”
“His sensuous mouth”
“He towered over her.”
“Manon studied his long legs, more muscled than last time she’d seen him.”
“He had packed on more muscle.”
“The golden tan of his skin.”
“Shot her a glare over his broad shoulder.”