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Knox’s POV It was freezing. I couldn’t figure out why it was so cold. I patted around and found I was naked without a blanket. That struck me as odd, so I opened my eyes. The blanket was next to me, on the equally naked Aira. Her alabaster skin glowed in the firelight from the small fireplace within the bedroom. I didn’t even remember lighting it. I began to reach out, wondering why in the world Aira was lying naked next to me. Then it all came crashing back, and I swore under my breath. Shaking my head at myself and my rash actions, I slipped out of bed. For a while, I stood over Aira, watching the rise and fall of her chest. I pulled the blanket up over her beautiful breasts, remembering how they tasted. Remembering how she tasted. What had I done? I needed to get out of this room
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