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~ SASHA ~

It had been such a wonderful night, Sasha didn't want him to roll off. But eventually, they separated, and despite her muttered grumbles, he turned her over and tucked her into his chest, his lips brushing her neck and her ear as they talked.

It was, she realized, the first time outside of their Solitude that they'd gone to bed early enough—and healthy enough—to simply chat.

It felt so sweet and so normal she ...

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