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GIDEON

I ’ve only been reading for half an hour or so when I realize Winnow has fallen asleep.

It takes the remainder of my rapidly slipping restraint to not lean over and kiss her goodnight.

Instead, I place the dried autumn leaf I use as a bookmark back in place, stem outward, and quietly set my book on the nightstand.

At my glare, Trigger reluctantly follows me out of the room when I point at the floor for him to get off the bed before I turn off the lamp and close the door behind me.

My jaw clenches as my cock instantly hardens at the sight of Winnow asleep and her bare ass and pussy pointed directly toward me.

Fuuuuuck.

Again? Dear God, I don’t think I have the restraint a second time.

I force myself to move to my closet, taking the few items of clothing I need, and manage to make it back to the bedroom door.

That strange, unfamiliar ache in my chest feels like a rope is pulling me toward her.

Hesitating at the door, my eyes gradually return to her, and I realize that no, I do not have the restraint to resist her a second time.