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... t she promised before we even zipped ourselves in for the night. Don’t look at me like that—I’m not going to sit here and pretend I didn’t want it. I did. Of course I did.
But that was last night.
This morning was different.
I woke up to warmth pressed against me, the faint tickle of her hair brushing my jaw, and then—before my mind even caught up—a kiss. Not a light brush, not something quick and teasing, but a deep, heavy kiss that dragged me awake with a groan.
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