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Chapter 53: The Morning After

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Ronan's POV

I woke up with a crick in my neck and someone staring at me.

Sarra stood in the kitchen doorway, coffee mug in both hands, watching me like I was a stray dog that had wandered into her apartment.

"You're still here," she said flatly.

I sat up, rubbing my neck. Her couch was about two feet too short and had a spring that had tried to murder me around three a.m. "Good morning to you too."

"Ronan, I told you to leave."

"No, you told me you needed space. I gave you space." I gestured at
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