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Eleanor took in a deep breath... Then let it out and allowed her eyelids lift. Her eyes slowly took in the sunbathed room and a small smile formed. How lovely. Everything seemed so peaceful. Like a hammock set up on beach, with the soft breeze kissing your skin, while the seagulls called. It just felt so... So nice, y'know? The prefect combination of hot and cold. Her pillow seemed to agree as it went uuup and dooown and uuup and doown. She softly giggled. The giggling continued, till her mind went all 'Hey sun bather, pillows don't move, do they?' ugh! Way to spoil the fun. She blinked and noticed the neat dullness of the room. With a slight brow raise, she slowly looked up and met a calm, childlike expression, painted onto Andreas' face as he slept. She couldn't stop herself from staring. The man was a body of contrasts. His face was the epitome of calm and peace, but his body exclaimed dangerous strength and brutality. And his body heat? That washed off him in waves. He was very