The first rays of morning light were struggling to penetrate the heavy silk drapes, casting the bedroom in a soft, ethereal gloom. I woke slowly, my body humming with a deep, sensual exhaustion that was infinitely more satisfying than any amount of sleep. The scent of Calan's skin, the faint, lingering musk of our shared passion, was my immediate comfort.I was curled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder, my arm thrown possessively across his powerful chest. I opened my eyes to find him already awake, looking not at me, but up at the ceiling, his expression quiet, contemplative, and profoundly serious.I shifted slightly, my movement subtle, but he noticed instantly. He turned his head, his gaze sweeping down to mine, and a faint, tender smile touched his lips.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy with sleep. He squeezed me gently, his arm tightening around my waist.“Good morning,” I replied, my voice thick with sleep. “You’re up early in your he
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