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Nerthus

As I open my eyes, sunbeams are already streaming in from the narrow window up the wall.

Due to the powerful sunbeams, I can finally make out some more details in the room.

More than the wide bed, there is a leather armchair and a small round table in the room. I find myself asking about what such a room would be designed for.

Arawn is lying on his front, hugging his pillow as he sleeps next to me peacefully, while is broad and muscular back is heaving lightly.

How can a person alone hold so much beauty?

I bite my bottom lip as I raise my hand carefully and touch his face with my fingertips before moving my hand through his hair gently.

He smiles in his sleep and my heart skips a beat, fearing that he will catch me.

Loving the feeling of his hair between my fingers, I continue to caress him gently. My heart flips as I stop moving and he groans. “Please, don’t stop. It feels good.”

I start moving again and soon enough, his soft snores signal me that he fell back asleep