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... eep breath, composing myself. My palms were damp against the tray I carried.
"Come in," his deep voice called from the other side.
My heart skipped. Slowly, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room smelled like him—strong, musky, faint traces of smoke from the cigarette he had last night. He was by the window, shirtless, the early light spilling across his back. His muscles moved with every slow breath, his skin tense, his presence filling every corner of the r ...
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