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... ces he didn’t even know could ache, and there was a distinct hollowness inside him—like he had been completely wrung dry.
Because, well... he had been.
The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled mess of sheets and exhausted bodies beside him. Layla was curled up against his side, breathing softly, her bare leg draped possessively over him. Jane was sprawled out on his other side, her expression smug even in sleep, as if she had won so ...
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