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CHAPTER 124: Stop Eating Me

작가: Lady Sheldon
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-09 18:57:44

I woke up with a groan, my throat dry and my body stiff. My back ached, my legs were half-asleep, and something soft and warm was under my cheek.

Wait.

The soft thing… moved.

My eyes snapped open and I instantly squinted against the sunlight flooding in through the wide cabin windows. Warm morning light painted the wooden walls in golden hues, and the scent of pine mixed with something else… something familiar. Musk. Skin. Him.

Oh, god.

My head was resting on Ethan’s lap.

I blinked hard, my mouth suddenly dry for an entirely different reason. I could feel the fabric of his sweatpants against my cheek. His body heat was strong, and his scent was almost overwhelming. And then I realized something even more disturbing.

He was staring down at me.

Just… watching me sleep.

I tilted my head slowly, my face burning as I met his gaze. His eyes were half-lidded, still heavy with sleep, but his mouth was curled in this small, lazy smile like I’d just made his entire week.

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