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... s against her cheeks, like butterfly wings dampened by spring mist. Warm sunlight filtered through sheer curtains and fell across her pretty face.
Nijika blinked groggily awake. The quilt slid off her fair shoulders, exposing a collarbone so delicate it looked sculpted by an artist. The morning sun's warmth against her skin told her it was already day.
Eh?
When… when did I fall asleep?
She pressed a hand to her burning cheek. Just recalling the memories of last ni ...
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