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... floor lamp gradually dimmed.
Silver-white moonlight spilled into the bedroom.
Serena Sinclair looked up, able to see the clear side of Wyatt Hawthorne’s face.
Even the moonlight seemed to favor him.
The shadows from outside draped over, his nose high and his eye sockets deep.
And the way he gazed at her was particularly profound and obscure.
As if the calm sea surface was ready to stir with tempestuous waves.
Scorching breath sprayed on Ser ...
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