Playful Intent

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[Gemma] When I woke up in the proper morning, Austin was still sleeping. I could hear his deep, heavy breathing. I thought about everything that brought us here. The scent I smelled on Timothy had been from my mate. That was why my heart felt like it was breaking. Something in me knew I wouldn’t find him at that conference because he wasn’t there, only his scent. I knew Carmen was holding something back when she talked to me about Austin on the phone. He was more than just a servant to that cоcky asshat. I shook my head. That wasn’t what was important at the moment. Supporting myself on my left arm, I looked at Austin’s face. He was sleeping really well. I hoped this meant he would be well-rested. I slipped my arm off of his waist gently and pulled the blankets up to tuck him in bet

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