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... and sex and something faintly floral from her perfume. The afternoon light had shifted to early evening now, casting long shadows across the room.
The torn canvases and spilled paint were still scattered around them, but somehow it felt less oppressive now... Less like a disaster and more like something they could clean up together.
Aoi was curled against his side, her head resting on his chest, one leg hooked over his thigh. Her breathing had evened out, but he could tell she w ...
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