Hesitantly, he reached out. His fingertips brushed a stray lock of auburn hair from her forehead. The touch was feather-light, a ghost of a sensation, but she shifted slightly, her brow furrowing for a second before smoothing out again. Her skin was warm, radiating the comfortable heat of deep sleep.
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