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Effie
Effie breathed in King’s scent, both familiar and somehow intoxicatingly exotic, as she pressed her cheek against his bare chest. It was inching towards morning, but she didn’t want it to end.
Maybe it had been stupid or careless, she thought to herself.
But she’d never felt more secure. Effie hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t this. It didn’t feel like a fling.
She steadied her breathing when he shifted. There was no telling what might happen when he woke up.
No matter what he said or thought, her heart was already on edge and prepped for breaking. She’d have to leave, likely in a few hours, and never see him again.
As hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears as they silently lapped down her face. She’d spent the entire night before wrapped in his arms and go
