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conversations.value:  I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Groggy from sleep, I didn’t know where I was for a moment, but then it started to come back to me. I sat up and took in the new furniture and the fresh, pristine wallpaper around me. This was my new home. The building was old, but I’d had the interior reform—er, renovated?—before I moved in. Something moved next to me, and I looked down to see a serene, blonde angel nestled deep in the covers. Claire wasn’t a morning person, but I was, which made it my job to get breakfast ready. I climbed carefully out of bed without waking her, changed into some simple clothes, and headed to the front door. I regretted not putting on another layer when I felt the first winter wind wrap around my skin, but I decided I could handle it, young as I was. I drew water from the well, washed the sleep out of my eyes, and got started on breakfast. Today, we’d be feasting on rye bread, winter vegetables, and bacon with scrambled eggs. I wouldn’t have minded some more variety, but this was easy to cook up, and I was done before I knew it. I returned to the bedroom, sliding the door carefully open so as not to make a sound. Claire was still asleep. Her petite face was serene, framed by her golden curls—a world apart from the forceful person she was when awake. As I drank in the sight of the person I loved, I noticed a blush creep across her skin.
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire…would you happen to be awake?”
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, please wake up. Your breakfast is getting cold.” No answer. What was going on?
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conversations.value:  “If you won’t wake, I’m going to kiss you.” I was sure that threat would rouse her, but she said nothing. Huh.
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, could it be that you want a kiss?” She remained silent, but her face looked like she was waiting for something. I leaned forward.
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conversations.value:  “Okay, then. Please wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” I leaned in and slowly pressed my lips to Claire’s forehead.
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conversations.value:  “Rae! Shouldn’t you be kissing my lips?!”
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conversations.value:  “Good morning, Miss Claire.” I smiled at Claire as she threw the covers off her, eyes narrowed in displeasure.
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conversations.value:  “Good morning?! Is that all?”
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conversations.value:  “I prefer not to ambush people while they’re asleep,” I said, then pulled her slender shoulders toward me and put my lips to hers. Caught off guard, Claire didn’t even have time to close her eyes. Our gazes locked at close quarters, and, feeling mischievous, I held her there. Claire rolled her eyes in surprise and anger for a moment, then gave in and closed them. I drank in the kiss, enjoying it to the fullest.
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