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... n their own, leaving the space wrapped in a soft, amber glow. Trafalgar lay on his back, Mayla curled against him, her head resting on his chest. Her breathing had slowed, steady and warm, rising and falling in time with his heartbeat. One of his arms rested loosely around her shoulders, fingers absentmindedly tracing slow patterns against her skin.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
The tension from earlier had faded, replaced by a familiar stillness, one that only came when th ...
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