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Chapter 111: A Soft Morning

작가: Sam K
last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-02-01 04:35:17

Alara’s POV

I woke up to warmth.

Not the dull, lonely warmth of blankets that had gone cold hours ago — but the steady, living heat of another body curled around mine, a solid chest at my back, an arm firm and unyielding around my waist, the slow rise and fall of breath against my hair.

For one blissful second, I thought I was dreaming.

Then memory rushed in, vivid and mortifying and sweet all at once.

Last night.

The door opening. The silence breaking. The way neither of us had spoken at first
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