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Chapter 82

Author: Annypen/Odion
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-13 09:00:13

Chapter 82

Last night changed everything.

This morning, the world felt too still. Like holding its breath for what came next.

Sunlight woke her. Warm. Gentle.

Sienna opened her eyes slow. Blinking against brightness.

The room was unfamiliar. Then memory came rushing back.

The beach house. Landon. Last night.

She stretched. Body aching in the best way. Sheets soft against skin.

Outside, ocean waves hummed. Steady. Soothing. Like breathing.

She felt something she hadn't felt in forever.

Safe.

The smell hit her then. Coffee. Something cooking. Food sizzling.

She sat up. Looked around.

Landon wasn't beside her.

"He cooks?" She whispered to the empty room. Small smile tugging her lips.

She got up. Barefoot. Cold floor against warm feet.

She wore his shirt. Too big. Falling off one shoulder. Draping down past her thighs.

She walked toward the kitchen. Following the smell. Following the sounds.

And stopped.

Landon stood at the stove. Loose sweatpants. No shirt. Sleeves rolled. Wait, no sleev
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