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... > The silk robe slipped from my shoulders and slid to the floor, whisper-soft. I dropped onto the bed and pressed my cheek into the sheets, wishing I could melt into them and disappear.
I thought I heard Lewis laugh under his breath.
I didn’t look up. I just muttered, muffled by fabric, "You can start."
Then, trying to sound brave, I added, "And don’t go easy on me just because I look fragile."
That earned a low, amused chuckle. Warm. Relaxed. Confident.
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