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... st the pillows, breathing slower, eyes half-lidded in a way that made him look drugged on his own satisfaction. The vetiver in the air was still there, but it wasn’t a storm anymore - it had softened into something heavy and possessive, like a blanket thrown over a threat.
Dean sat beside him, posture deceptively casual for a man who had just looked a crown prince in the eye and treated him like a problem to be solved. His hair was a mess. His mouth was still too pink. His expression, ho ...
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