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... at he now thought of as home—Yelena and Charlotte’s place.
The lamps were lit, the smell of simmering food drifted from the kitchen, and the whole atmosphere carried that lazy comfort of evening. He was sprawled across the sofa in an almost careless way, one arm stretched out while the television muttered in the background.
Charlotte had claimed her spot pressed right against him, cozy as a cat curling on its favorite pillow. She had his hand pinned between her breasts, clinging ...
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