Jack thought about getting up, but why bother? Holding them like this, even for a little longer, felt too precious to let go.
Feena and Phoebe slept soundly, their faces adorned with sweet, serene smiles. They were lost in the most delightful dreams.
Jack discreetly checked their temperatures, relieved to find both were normal. After a night's rest, Phoebe's fever had completely subsided.
With his worries eased and the morning sunlight streaming in, he allowed himself to gaze more boldly at the two women beside him.
They were breathtaking, like something out of a painting. Their skin was flawless, pale with a hint of rosy warmth. Their lips, soft and inviting, paired with long, fluttering eyelashes, only added to their allure.
A thought crept into his mind. What if he stole a kiss? Just a small one?
A tempting voice whispered in his heart, "It's just a gentle kiss. What harm could it do? They're deep in sleep, so they'll never know. You've always admired them and idolized them. Isn't this the perfect chance to fulfill a secret longing?"
But another cautious voice countered, "Don't be reckless. If they wake up, your pristine image could crumble in an instant."
"If you're careful, nothing will go wrong," the first voice insisted.
The two voices warred within Jack as he stared at Feena and Phoebe in his arms. His heart raced, torn between desire and restraint. In the end, desire won.
Jack glanced around, assessing the situation. Feena was closer, and her position was just right for what he had in mind. Maybe he should start with her and save Phoebe for later.
His eyes lingered on Feena. She was still in deep sleep, her eyelashes trembling faintly, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her slightly parted lips seemed to beckon him.
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