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The Shadow Unchained
I woke up to the gentlest voice I’d ever heard whisper my name. I blinked a couple of times before really opening my eyes, feeling the soft touch of warm fingertips brushing my hair off my face. It was dark outside, and the golden glow of the lamp behind me showed Brandon crouching down by the bed, no hat, his head tilted to meet my eyes, lips pursed in one of his warm smiles.
*Memo to self: I wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of my life.
“How are you feeling?” he whispered, like trying to wake up the swarm of infernal butterflies as well.
I frowned and scratched my messy hair, ‘cause that’s me: the queen of hot and sexy.
“Fine,” I mumbled, and found my hand had left my hair to rest on his cheek. “You? How are you?”
“I could sleep a whole week, especially like this afternoon.” His wink made me blush at the speed of light. “But we ain’t done yet. You up fo
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