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Salem stirred, eyelids heavy, every muscle in her body tingling with the memory of last night. A quiet groan escaped her lips as she rolled slightly, stretching—and immediately winced. Her shoulders, neck, and hips reminded her just how… thoroughly she’d been used. River, sensing the shift even before she fully opened her eyes, leaned over. “Rough night?” His voice was low, careful, teasing just enough to coax a response. Miles, perched at the edge of the bed, smirked knowingly. “Or morning,” he added, nudging her side gently. “You’re moving like a stiff board, Salem.” She gave them a half-lidded glare, voice husky. “You left me sore… in more ways than one.” River’s hand brushed along her shoulder, fingers lingering lightly. “We can fix that,” he said softly. “Hot bubble bath. Let the
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