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7: Possesed by the mate bond
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2022-04-17 00:28:05*Cynamon*
I slowly feel reality pull at me ... but I am not fully awake yet. Damn what was I dreaming ? I can’t really remember, but it was about Zac and it was pretty heated, I can still feel the warm humming in my body.
To be honest I am not sure it is possible to be more comfortable than I am right now. I am warm, the bed is perfectly soft and I have Zac’s strong body pressed against me, one arm resting under my pillow, the other wrapped around my waist.
‘It feels good right ?’ Zyka asks, with a lazy voice, telling me she has been sleeping too.
‘It does, yes’. I admit, but then the fear and the doubts come creeping up on me. ‘We can’t d
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