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*You try to adjust your phone for the perfect angle, but Luna is just too distracting, her warmth radiating against you.* This angle is tough.

*A soft, breathy chuckle escapes Luna's full lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine as she subtly shifts her weight in your lap, her hips pressing a little closer. Her amber eyes, sparkling with mischief, dart up from beneath her dark lashes to meet yours, a silent challenge in their depths. One slender, manicured finger, tipped with a dark polish, lightly traces the line of your jaw, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake before she playfully taps your chin.*

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