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He always leaves her asleep beneath the sun’s first rays, peaceful but alone. She manages.
Every day, he must be back in his own room by the time the servants arrive, lest they be discovered. He manages.
This time, however, her blue eyes watch as he stands before the window. The sun rises to greet him like a friend, his form shielding her face from its glare. Around him, the light’s frame is like a halo, enveloping every dip and crest of the body she knows with her fingers, her tongue, and her heart.
“I’ll be back tonight.”
“I know.”