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Chapter 7: The Morning After

作者: Jhoyvhill
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-19 20:19:22

Elle’s POV

The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was warmth. A steady, solid warmth that held me like a shield against the world. For one blissful second, I let myself sink into it—his arm draped across my waist, his breath slow against the back of my neck.

And then the memory hit.

The night.

The heat.

The way I whispered his name like it belonged to me.

Aiden.

My heart lurched painfully, and I shot up from the bed, the sheets pooling around my waist. My body screamed its betrayal—sore, tender, marked in ways that would remind me of him long after I tried to forget.

“What have I done?” I whispered, my hand covering my mouth.

Aiden stirred at my sudden movement, eyes blinking open slowly. For once, he didn’t look guarded, or stern, or grumpy. He just looked… human. Vulnerable.

“Elle.” His voice was rough, still heavy from sleep, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

I couldn’t look at him. Not when the weight of guilt was pressing down on my chest. This was
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