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Iris Harris opened her eyes.
It was already daylight.
She felt herself wrapped in a warm embrace, hot breaths brushing against her face.
In front of her was Brandan Hyde's magnified face, looking thoroughly satisfied after last night's indulgence, asleep peacefully.
She shifted her gaze and saw a vivid bite mark on his bare shoulder, something she had fiercely bitten him with all her strength last night.
Iris's face blushed slightly, and she moved her body, planning to take a shower.
The pajamas had fallen to the floor, and Brandan Hyde's shirt was the closest thing to her. Iris reached out and pulled the white shirt over, and carefully climbed out from Brandan Hyde's embrace to stand up, slipping into Brandan Hyde's shirt, ready to head to the bathroom for a wash.
