Luna woke to Parisian sunlight pouring gold and generous through the suite's tall windows, the velvet curtains left carelessly open sometime in the small hours, and to the specific, dangerous contentment of waking tangled in sheets that smelled entirely of him — cedar, salt, and beneath it, something warmer now, something she'd only ever have described, before last night, as *home*, a word she had no business associating with a man she'd married under threat of arson.She lay still for a long moment, cataloguing the ache in muscles used well and thoroughly, the soft, unfamiliar looseness in her own chest where six weeks of careful, guarded distance had finally, gloriously given way. Beyond the window, the Seine caught morning light in long silver ribbons, a church bell tolling somewhere across the river, the whole city humming awake in a soft murmur of traffic and pigeons and the distant, cheerful clatter of a café setting out its morning tables. She thought, with
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