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34. Morning Mischief

  • 21 Jan, 2026

MEERA POV

Warm water spilled over my shoulders, sliding down my spine, wrapping me in steam and quiet. My hands moved through my hair, over my face, then tilted my head back, eyes closing on their own. My breath was still uneven, shallow, from the fire he'd lit inside me.

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