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The morning light gently seeped through the curtains, illuminating the room. Ava Kent shifted her sore body, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowing, wanting to roll over and continue sleeping, only to bump into a warm chest.
"Mmm..."
She held her forehead, slightly more awake, but her mind still felt muddled.
They had returned late last night, and after being tangled up with him several times, she truly felt too exhausted to even lift a finger.
Looking at the dazed, sleepy girl in his arms, Julius Goodman's eyes were filled with a gentle, tender affection. He softly patted her back and gently said, "It's okay, it's still early. You can sleep a bit more."
After speaking, he got up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains tightly shut, instantly dimming the room.
Ava looked at the smooth, perfect curve of his back muscles, which still had a few red marks left from when she had scratched him in annoyance last night.
