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Feeling a little dejected, Lexie answered. "You're right, it isn't my business."

Zheme nodded against her, body gradually relaxing as he dwelled in the warmth diffusing from her bare body.

Their position now, though it was rearranged, reminded him of the times when his mother use to let him sleep in her embrace. Those nights when his father claimed he had work. He could vividly remember it...

Nights like that had seemed to be joy to her, she'd dance to old songs and bask in what she called freedom.

He didn't understand it then, her definition of freedom, since to him, she was already free. But now since he...