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... that came from being torn out of sleep too early. The sheets were still heavy with warmth, the room still dark with the last traces of night. I shifted, half-ready to roll over, when something caught me—no, someone.
A hand. Sliding under the blanket. Sliding into my pants.
I blinked, not fully awake, and forced my eyes open. Val was already grinning at me, smug, victorious, like she’d been planning this since last night. Her hand didn’t stop moving.
"Morning, husband," sh ...
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