Chapter 30
Helping the Helpless
Sophia woke early just as dawn broke, pushing its yellow daylight through the c***k in her curtains. Smushed against the pillow, her face felt numb and unreal. She moved and Dane sighed behind her and rolled onto his back, a forearm wedged around Sophia’s neck in a stranglehold. Pulling hair from her mouth and tossing it back over her shoulder, she turned on her side and watched him sleep. The god of body hair saw fit to sprinkle it across his pectoral muscles sometime in the last year and Sophia peered at the result with curiosity. The memory of their blunder in the tent rose to the forefront of her mind and she winced, wondering if they’d get beyond it. She pushed herself into his armpit and sighed, watching the hairs move against her breath.
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