
Shayeli pov…
I stirred when I felt the faintest movement brushing against my skin—my cheek... no, my lips. My lashes fluttered open, and the sight that greeted me stole the very breath from my lungs.

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Shayeli pov…
I stirred when I felt the faintest movement brushing against my skin—my cheek... no, my lips. My lashes fluttered open, and the sight that greeted me stole the very breath from my lungs.

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