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       ⟫»—> No matter the simple fact he had even brought her back to the bed, it appeared that sleeping further into the morning was now out of the question. His chest rose with a yawn, but he was careful to control it as tired eyes parted and glanced up at her, nerves bristling along his scalp as she ran her delicate hands through his mane of hair. There was always one condition. A smirk broke the expression of weariness and he placed both hands at the curve of her figure.

       ❝ Is there? What might that be? ❞

    She pressed her arm to the pillow, just above where his head was. “If I’m going to stare at something this delicious,” she murmured as her hand continued to soothe through his hair, “I’m going to want to have a taste or ten.” Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then his lips for only half a second. Her snakes nuzzled his jaw and behind his ears. 

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