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... in curtains, the golden light stretching across the small guest room the orphanage had prepared for them. Dust motes drifted lazily in the sunbeams, untouched by the usual tension of Noel’s mornings.
Noel blinked awake slowly.
There was warmth against his chest.
Charlotte’s warmth.
Her breathing was soft, calm... steady. Her arms were loosely wrapped around him, her forehead resting just below his collarbone, pink hair scattered messily over the pillow they shared ...
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