16. Beyond her First Shift - What’s coming
*Charles POV* Morning light spilled through the rustic linen curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow that caressed my skin. I awoke to find Marisol nestled in my arms, our legs intertwined in a silent dance that had become our nightly ritual. Every morning, the warmth of her body against mine was a new revelation of our love. She stirred and traced the mark below my collarbone tenderly, her gaze full of warmth. In that touch, the silent language of our bond spoke louder than words—souls entwined. She kissed it gently, sending warmth to my heart, a tender blessing on my skin. I couldn’t help but smile, the sleepiness of dawn still clinging to me as I opened my eyes to meet her gaze. “Bon matin, Mon Soleil,” I murmured, my voice still rough with the remnants of sleep. Her eyes overflo
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