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Chapter XVII: Rebound
Sofia’s legs were draped over Marco’s, the man lying on his back with his face turned to her while she was curled to her side, softly rubbing small circles on his chest with her fingertips. Marco’s eyes were closed, his breathing soft with a hand on his stomach, the other resting lazily on her thigh. The back and forth motion of his thumb over the silk material being the only indicator of him being awake.
Humming to herself, Sofia shuffled closer and cupped the side of his face into her hand, rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone as Marco opened his eyes to look at her from between his lashes. Giving her a soft smile at the gesture, he placed a kiss on the inside of her palm before nuzzling into her warmth, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.
“How’d it go?” Sofia murmured hardly above a whisper, shifting closer when Marco moved to be on his side, draping an arm across her side an
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