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NYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

Sometime during the drive, I stirred from my sleep, my eyes fluttering open to find Reid beside me, his features softened in slumber.

I took a moment to study him, my gaze tracing the contours of his face as he leaned against the window glass.

He looked so peaceful, his usually stern expression relaxed in sleep. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, adding to his rugged charm. Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't deny the undeniable allure of his presence.

I found myself wondering, almost idly, what it would have been like if things had been different between us. What if we had been under different circumstances? What if we had been married, sharing our lives together?

The thought was both tantalizing and terrifying. On one hand, I couldn't deny the undeniable attraction I felt towards him, the pull of his magnetic presence drawing me to him.

But on the other hand, it was sour to harbor such thoughts. In fact, it felt as th