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CHAPTER 82: Protective And Territorial

作者: Lady Sheldon
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-15 23:52:45

NOAH

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I pushed open the door to Thea’s bedroom with the heel of my hand, the familiar creak of the hinges sounding louder than it should.

The room still smelled faintly of her citrus perfume mixed with the candles she used to burn when she studied late.

The morning light slanted through the half-open blinds in pale gold bars across the bed, catching on the pale-blue throw blanket, the one she used to wrap around her shoulders when she read.

I stood in the doorway for a long moment, chest tight, then stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

But didn’t turn on the overhead light as I crossed to the dresser where she used to keep her clothes and pulled open the top drawer.

The first thing my eyes caught was her soft cotton panties in pastel colors, then a couple of lace bras she’d worn when she wanted to feel pretty for me, and a silk camisoles she liked to sleep in.

I lifted a pale-pink camisole between two fingers, the fabric cool and slippery against my skin, an
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