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... ped out of one of his fevered dreams.
The sheer lace nightgown clung to her like a second skin, the fabric whispering against her generous curves like it might rip at any moment.
Renji couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, especially her face. There was no way it was the same face from earlier.
The one that had scolded and ordered him about.
Now it held a vulnerability he’d never seen before, at least from her. Her brows were arched upwards, and her pupils glist ...
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