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He wore a loose robe draped open across his torso. His skin still gleamed faintly, damp, as though he’d just bathed. Strands of his hair lay loose around his shoulders, darker with moisture, a few clinging to his temples.
Too real.
Too detailed.
My hand tightened instinctively in the sheets and I pulled them higher, clutching them to my chest as my heart thudded painfully against my ribs.
His gaze flicked to the movement.
Ah.
So he hadn’t meant to wake me.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d fallen asleep just yet,” he said mildly, his voice low, almost conversational, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to be standing in my chamber in the middle of the night.
I stared at him, disbelief burning away the last remnants of sleep.
A groan slipped out of me before I co
