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His lips traces tiny little kisses on her shoulder down to her spine, waking her up in her sleep and making her feel light-headed with bliss, and for a moment she believes that this could be real.

Yet when she falls back into sleep and into her dreams, and as soon as the sun rises and touches the edges of her curtains, all his traces are gone.


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