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Lucifer leant back, his body moulding into the dark leather obscenely, the arm resting on top giving the air of casual relaxation.
Too relaxed, thought Chloe, spotting the tension he tried to hide. Obvious to her as breathing after all this time. Decision made, she sauntered insolently over and fitted her body into the space remaining, as though she'd always belonged there. The tension behind her ratcheted up before relaxing in a sharp, inaudible sigh, his breath lightly ruffling her hair.
