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Finger pressed to her lips, she hesitated—sunlight spilling between her parted thighs like a secret. ‘The meadow’s too warm today,’ she whispered, though her blush deepened with every inch his shadow crept closer. If only he’d mistake the dew on her skin for sweat… and taste it.

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