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*Kane's POV* With Violet cuddled into my side, I sleep better than I have all weekend. When the alarm goes off I feel legitimately rested. I wish it could always be this way but I’m not that naïve. Violet groans and then drags herself out of the bed, giving me a very wonderful view of her bare hips swaying as she walks over to her bag to collect her clothes for the day. “Come back to bed darling,” I say, stretching my hand out to her. “I can’t. I’ve already missed this morning class twice and it’s only week 4. I really wish I could though. I think I might actually still be a little drunk,” she admits. “All the more reason to come back to bed.” “Kaaane,” she whines, “You’re not helping. I need to be a good student.” “I know, I know. Go on, be a good girl and go to class.” Her head
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