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The first thing I became aware of was warmth, soft and continuous warmth beneath my cheek. My senses stirred with my mind slowly climbing out of sleep’s grasp and that’s when I felt it. His firm hand was resting lazily on my waist. One of my knees, tucked between his legs, dangerously close to his— oh. My knee was actually raising his balls.
A sharp inhale hitched in my throat. How did I end up like this?
I blinked my eyes open, and morning light poured through the massive windows and the golden curtains, casting a radiant hue across the luxurious room. His chest rose and fell beneath my head in a rhythmic motion, regular and unbothered. His breathing was deep and peaceful.
Had he done something to me? Cast some kind of magic spell on me? Because there was no way I would’ve fallen asleep so deeply without realizing it was already morning. Or maybe it was the bed, the softest and most indulgent thing I had ever laid on. It cradled me like a cloud and like a promise of sweet dre
