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Zephyra's POV

The limo pulled up outside my apartment, and I looked over at Lirael. He had been distant throughout our return trip, and I wasn’t sure why. It’s not like I’d been a chatterbox, but that’s because I’m not used to this type of casual affair, and I’m trying to wrap my head around what comes next.

Nights like last night must be familiar territory to someone like Lirael.

It had been hard for me to slip out of his bed in the early hours of this morning. Harder than I thought it would have been. I probably should have left after he gave me my fifth orgasm of the night, but I’d been so relaxed, filled with the gentle hum of residual pleasure, that I’d fallen asleep with my body still draped over his.

When I’d woken up a few hours later, I’d been shocked to find myself on my back with Lirael’s hand spread over my stomach as he slept next to me. I expected he would have woken me and told me to go back to my own room. I really didn’t want to have that conversation, so I slipped ou