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Chapter Twenty-One
Ashton: A crack of thunder woke me. Slashing across the sky like shattering glass. I was laid over Arden's chest. Our fingers had found one another and intertwined in our sleep. Our legs were tangled, both of us were still naked, and now my whole body shook from the fear of being swept away in the weather. "It's alright, angel. It's just a storm. It'll pass soon." He pulled me closer, wrapping me in his muscled arms. I let my finger lazily trace his tattoos as thunder and lightning painted the sky. For the first time in my life, in the light of the storm, I was washed in peace instead of fear. "Can you help me focus on something else?" I whispered, my eyes drifting lazily while Arden's fingers danced across my back. Arden rolled over, using his knees to spread my legs around him. We
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