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... kind of scratchy softness of the velvet couch, but a deep, luxurious, high-thread-count kind of comfort that made him want to burrow in and stay forever. He stirred, a languid sigh escaping his lips as he squeezed the pillow he was holding. Except, it wasn’t a pillow. It was firm and turdy. There was a faint, rhythmic thrumming beneath his cheek, and it was warm. Very, very warm.
Wait, he thought, his brain finally kicking into low gear. My pillows don’t have heartbeats.
Cherion ...
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