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Eventually Abby must have slept, for dawn was casting tendrils of light through the bedroom curtains when she felt Mike gently pull away. She thought she felt a small kiss atop her head, but she was not certain. He left the bed. |
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She turned, chilled by the sudden absence of his comforting warmth. She felt herself blush even as she admired the hard masculine contours of his still-bare body. |
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He smiled briefly, looking a little uncomfortable as he began to search for the shorts he had cast aside the night before. "Sorry I woke you," he said over his shoulder as he pulled them on. "I was going to get you up when I was dressed. Hannah will be coming to make breakfast soon. My room is in another wing of the house." |
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She wondered how he had heard her cry out in her sleep if his room was not nearby their special connection? It had, after all, called them |
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