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... do not belong to me.
For a moment, I lie still, afraid to test whether this body is still mine. The ceiling above me is low and unfamiliar, wooden beams crossing it in quiet symmetry. Sunlight filters through thin curtains, painting the room in gold.
There is no pain at first. Only a slow, throbbing pressure at the base of my skull that makes me blink hard.
I inhale.
The air carries warmth and masculine scent. Their scent clings to the air, distinct yet tangled, ...
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