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... her at some unknown hour.
In the darkness, she softly murmured an "mm," half awake.
The familiar scent of him wafted through her nose, and she recognized it was him, mumbling sleepily: "You’re back..."
"Mm, did I wake you?"
"No, your hand’s so cold."
Despite that, Jasmine Yale instinctively moved closer to his chest, pressing her face against it and wrapping her arms around his waist.
That’s been her favorite sleeping position recently, holding hi ...
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