Mara
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I woke up slowly, my body sore and warm under the heavy blankets. I yawned, stretching lazily with a soft smile playing on my lips. I assumed....as always, that he’d be gone. Lucian was a busy man. Most mornings after our nights together, I woke up alone, left with the fading scent of his cologne and the ache of last night’s passion.
But this time… my hand landed on something solid. Warm. Hard.
My heart skipped.
I turned my head slowly and there he was... Lucian Vale. Sleeping. Still in bed. My bedmate.
Oh my God.
He was lying there peacefully, his face softened in sleep. His dark hair was a mess across his forehead, his chest rising and falling with every breath. I didn’t even realize I was staring until a smile crept onto my face. He looked so… boyish. Like the cold, rut
