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56. The Race Against Time

Author: _najeeb.i
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SOFIA

I woke up to the smell of something warm and buttery, like the scent of toasted bread and eggs drifting into my room. For a second, I thought I was dreaming, and I imagined I was somewhere else entirely, and I wondered where that heavenly scent could be coming from.

But when I pushed the covers off and dragged my feet into the hallway with the traces of sleep still on my face, I found Adrian shirtless my kitchen, flipping pancakes with one hand while checking his phone with the other. His hair was still damp from the shower, curling at the ends while his tattoos flexed with every movement of his back as he reached for the spatula.

He turned around the second he heard me, and that damn smile (the one that felt like it was meant just for me) stretched across his face. He looked so handsome, and I had to resist the urge to leap into his arms right there and then, and kiss him senseless.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he said.

“Morning, Prince Charming,” I replied. "You're making bre
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