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CHAPTER 88: FIRST BORN

MICHAEL

"Good morning," I murmured, wrapping my arms around her petite waist and nestling my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of my minty soap on her skin.

"Michael! That tickles," she protested, nudging me gently with her elbow.

Her bashfulness never failed to amuse me whenever I became sweet and clingy.

Fuck, I never saw myself behaving this way with a woman.

"Come on, let's have breakfast," she suggested, attempting to disentangle herself from my grasp. When I refused to let go like a mitherfucking koala on a branch, she groaned in exasperation. "Michael."

"Yes?" I feigned innocence, planting a soft kiss behind her ear. I could almost hear the response I was hoping for.

Her moan.

"I felt so empty this morning, baby." I pouted, pressing myself against her back. "You woke up too early."

I knew she had trouble sleeping last night, despite my best efforts to comfort her with soothing words and gentle touches. Something was clearly bothering her.

She had barely slept,
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