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I let out a squeal as I'm grabbed, turned, and pushed softly up against the wall outside our bathroom. Yoongi's big body cages me. The morning light floods the bare white walls of the bedroom and my husband's face is illuminated by the golden glow. He looks almost savage, his hair wild. I probably had a hand in that as I'd twisted my fingers in his hair not so long ago. I'd woken with him fully wrapped around me like a second skin, one hand protectively on my belly, the other cupping my sex, his face buried in my neck.