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57. In His Shirt, In His World

Author: theshimmery_star
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The morning light filtered in through the tall glass windows, spilling golden warmth across the dark, luxurious sheets. Elena stirred awake, the silk sheets cool against her bare legs. Her lips curved sleepily into a smile as she stretched, only to realize she was alone. The space beside her was empty, but still warm Ryan hadn’t been gone long. She stretched, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness between her thighs, a reminder of last night’s exploits.

Blinking the haze of sleep away, she sat up, the sheets falling to her waist. She rubbed her eyes, looking around the vast bedroom. The faint scent of smoke caught her attention.

Her gaze drifted to the balcony, where Ryan stood, shirtless, sculpted like sin and standing on the balcony with a cigarette between his fingers. His dark hair was tousled, jaw dusted with the kind of stubble that made her thighs clench. The morning light traced the hard lines of his back, the ripple of muscle as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

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