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SELENOPHILE (n.) - a person who loves the Moon. 


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Feeling the warmth of her skin was one of the best feelings she had ever got while stirring from the darkness of her sleep. Her eyelids gently fluttered as the rays of the sun were causing her irises to shrink and blur uncomfortably. With the left palm, she covered her eyes, mumbling curses into her chin.

Amaya had never been the kind of person who would gladly jump out of her bed and just start socializing. No, she needed at least three hours of complete silence to function normally during the day. Hence, from the previous weeks why she was such a bitch the most of the time.

The most of the mornings, she'd have woken up with Alex screaming at Trick for ruining the breakfast, while on other days Trick would just jump up and down her bed for her to wake up – in that case, Gadiel came with the gun each time and made Trick run for his dear life.

So, hearing just the peaceful silence made her with that each morning was like that.

She turned on her belly and pressed her face against the warm, firm, breathing cushion.

Her eyebrows narrowed right away. She wasn't sure since when cushions had decided to actually breathe.

As slowly as she could, she opened her eyelids only to be faced with slightly tanned skin, gentle scars over the place where the person's heart was beating the loudest. Her eyes followed up, only to be faced with the sleeping King. She fought with herself not to beat the shit out of him for fooling her into sleeping with him.

She hissed at him once she saw the smirk forming on his face. ''Fück you.'' She purred at him, but her leg kept resting between his legs as her palms were against his stomach. Moon, he had muscles like he was working out at every given second of the day, not to mention his sword was already starting to rise as well and twitched lividly against her thigh. The warmth had stirred her insides, creating the gentle wetness between her long legs.

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