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Brax woke wrapped around Mia. He’d lost track of how many times they’d turned to each other over the weekend. The ache in his balls said he might do permanent damage if he kept up this pace, but it seemed worth it to him. So many years to make up for. A glance at the clock told him it would be time to get up soon. They had to actually leave the house today and get to the job site. Back to the real world instead of the cocoon of her bed. More was the pity. He wished he could just lie here and watch her sleep. Beyond the s****l coma they’d been slipping in and out of all weekend, she’d finally relaxed into the unguarded deep sleep that only came with trust.
He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, over the pink camelia blossom she’d had tattooed there. She hadn’t had any ink when he’d la
