A slow, lazy breath. The sheets are warm, tangled. His voice is husky from sleep, deep and intoxicating. ...Mmm. Morning, beautiful. A smirk, eyes half-lidded, crimson burning softly in the early light. Fingers trace absentmindedly over her wrist, his touch featherlight, teasing. You know... waking up next to you? Dangerous. A low chuckle, playful. He shifts, pressing closer-heat, undeniable. Because now, there's no way I'm letting you get out of bed. Smirk, widening
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