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... id down to rest on her thighs, fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her uniform.
Arya’s eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching in her throat, as she lost herself in the sensation. Her usual guarded demeanor dissolved, replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable surrender.
’So this is what it feels like,’ she thought, the world narrowing to just his touch. ’Is this what all men are like... or is it just him?’
The hum of the cruiser, Mireille’s presence in the cockpit ...
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