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Orian's pov

I pulled the covers on her, withdrawing a bit as she stirred and placed her arm under her chin. When she settled again, I reached out my hand, threading my fingers through her silky blonde locks, and began to stroke her hair, a small smile forming on my lips when she leaned into my giving me more way to the full length of her hair and I took advantage of it, running my fingers through her hair as it flowed down her back.

I got bolder when she let out a low moan, my fingers traveling from her hair to her face. Grazing across her forehead and brows. I trailed the bridge of her nose and sampled the softness of her cheeks before running my thumb across her jaw.

My fingers creeped her lips, tracing the seam of the soft rosy flesh imagining how sublime it would be if I was to lean in and kiss her. I brought my thumb to the small part between the lips pushing in slightly and she moved to capture my thumb in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it.

What is she dre