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... t enough that my chest dipped slightly with each shift. My first thought was Duchess. Maybe she’d decided I made a better mattress than her cat bed again.
But then I opened my eyes.
And there she was.
Celestia Valentina Moreau, perched on top of me, straddling me like I was some kind of throne she’d claimed overnight. Her hair was loose, spilling forward around her shoulders in glossy waves, catching the morning light that leaked through the blinds. And her smile—bright, ...
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