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It was a different morning for Laun. The sounds around her were different. The smells were different. The bedding was different.
The arm was the same.
Laun listened to the snores around her. Almost all were very loud and very masculine. Though there were times that the dancers could get very loud while sleeping. She smiled and she found someone’s finger was gently tracing her lips.
She did not open her eyes. She let the finger trace her lips, go up the ridge and bump on her nose and smooth her eyebrows. The finger went down her nose again and she pursed her lips, the finger stopping to get kissed before it started to trace down and around her chin.
The eyes she woke to were more familiar to her than her own. Fount was looking at her from under a veil of his own hair, but the grey eyes were unmistakeable. She moved her hips slightly and the reflexive hold on her from Edgar pulled her closer to him. Laun smiled again and worked her hand out from under the blanket to touch Fount’s face. »Read More
