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As he approached, she caught his eye in the mirror. With a soft smile, she let the robe slip just an inch, revealing the emerald lace beneath—a peek of color against her skin. It wasn't the frantic energy of youth, but the deep, simmering heat of a woman who knew exactly who she was and how much she was loved. "You're late," she whispered, her voice like velvet.
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