Hey there, sleeping beauty… Over his shoulder, the sky had deepened to a denim blue. Did you kiss me awake? I did. Daemon was propped on his side, using his arm to support his head. He placed his hand on my stomach and my chest fluttered in response. Told you, my lips have mystical powers. My shoulders moved in a silent laugh. How long have you been here? Not long. His eyes searched mine. I found Blake sulking around the woods. He didn't want to leave while you were out here. I rolled my eyes. As much as it bothers me, I'm glad he didn't. Wow. Pigs are flying.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In this excerpt from "Opal" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, the scene unfolds at dusk, painting the sky a deep blue as one character awakens. Daemon, lying beside the narrator, reveals a playful and confident side, claiming his kisses have "mystical powers." This lighthearted moment leads to a gentle exchange where the narrator inquires about Daemon's presence and the state of their surroundings.

Daemon mentions another character, Blake, who has been lingering in the woods, hesitant to leave the narrator's side while she was sleeping. Despite her annoyance, she secretly appreciates Blake's concern for her, which adds a layer of complexity to her feelings. The dialogue captures a blend of humor and underlying tension, showcasing the dynamics between the characters.

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