Sunlight filtered soft and golden through the curtains, spilling across the bed and warming my skin. I stirred slowly, tangled in sheets and limbs, the first thing I felt was the heavy, solid weight of Vance wrapped all around me, one leg slung over both of mine, his chest pressed firm to my back, his arm locked tight over my stomach, his hand resting right there, exactly where it had been all night: possessive, tender, and claiming. I shifted just a little, and the faint, lingering ache inside me hummed gentle and warm, a sweet reminder of every touch, every kiss, every moment we’d been lost in each other. It didn’t hurt; it felt like he was still with me, still filling every space inside my heart and my body, proof I was wholly and perfectly his. “Morning, my love,” his voice rumbled low and sleepy against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right below my ear. He pulled me even closer, if that was possible, his fingers splaying wide over my belly. “W
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