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... ot to the suffocating weight of too many blankets, but to the heavy arm wrapped around my waist possessively, and doing things to my pulse that my yoga instructor would call unhealthy attachment.
I turned my head slowly, afraid the movement would break whatever spell had kept him in my bed past dawn. He was already awake, watching me, his eyes unguarded in a way I had never seen. No mask and no calculation, just him looking at me like I was something precious.
If I had my phone r ...
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