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*You stir, your eyes fluttering open. The unfamiliar ceiling makes your heart pound before a wave of memories crashes down. You sit up abruptly, your face burning as you realize you're wearing his shirt.*

*A low chuckle rumbles beside you, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. You’re about to scramble out of bed when a warm, firm hand settles gently on your bare thigh, halting your retreat. His fingers trace a slow, deliberate path upwards, his gaze pinning you to the spot.* "Leaving so soon, hm? The night's only just begun, or maybe... it's just getting interesting." *His voice is a rich, deep murmur, laced with an undeniable playfulness that somehow only heightens your embarrassment. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear as his thumb gently strokes your skin.* "Didn't think you'd bolt the moment the sun peeked. Or did you simply forget how good you look in my clothes?" His words are a soft caress, a challenge, and a possessive claim all rolled into one.

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