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... described him afterward, he would've raised his glass in heartfelt agreement — that was someone who truly understood him.
The Caribbean sun poured through the window.
Pierre stirred awake, the scent of perfume still lingering on the pillow beside him. He turned his head, catching a glimpse of golden waves of hair spread across white cotton sheets. Beneath the covers, soft curves rose and fell in a way that made the mind wander.
Smack.
He playfully slapped the shap ...
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