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... od morning gift.
The view was beautiful, almost unfairly so, but equally annoying. His skin, warm under the soft glow of the morning light, rose and fell steadily with every breath. His scent was clean, masculine, infuriatingly distracting, lingered around her.
After Dante had uninvitedly crashed into her room the previous night, she had been forced to share not just her room but her bed with him. The thought still irritated her. She had dreamt of spreading herself across the ent ...
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