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... y legs, still warm in places, yet the other side had gone cold. The scent of another clung to the fabric, a ghost of last night’s passion—a mix of spice and smoke, dark and intoxicating. My fingers curled into the sheets, gripping the fleeting presence he’d left behind. My heart pounded as I reached up, tugging at the blindfold still wrapped around my head, the silk damp with sweat.
As the fabric fell away, my eyes adjusted to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains, casting ...
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