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Sorcerer

Clara

A cool breeze wafted through the windows. I drowsily stirred from sleep. Oddly, I felt incredibly comfortable and warm, despite the coolness of the room.

Naked arms circled around my waist, and I felt something nuzzling my neck and cheek.

“Soft….” Prince Legiere murmured in his sleep.

I broke away from his arms with a start, and I realized that I was on the bed along with him. Did he carry me here? I wanted to smash another pillow in his face, and I grabbed a cushion to do so. I was about to wake him up, but then I grew fascinated by his sleeping face. His long indigo and silver hair were strewn about his face in a disheveled mess, but for some reason, it only made him look even more desirable. His long indigo lashes fluttered momentarily, and his jaw worked out some tension in his face. He was surprisingly muscled and fit, and I tried not to stare at how broad his chest was.

He groaned and shifted to his side. His arms found me again and crushed me against his side. I gasped at
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