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Chapter 0910

I wake up to the feeling of Jackson’s broad hand stroking over my hair and I squeak, petulant, turning my face so that my other cheek is pressed to his chest. Then I nuzzle close, my eyes pressed determinedly shut, refusing to wake up.

“Ariel, it’s nearly noon,” Jackson murmurs, laughing a little.

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