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Chapter 42: In his closet

Author: Stella Friday
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-10 23:59:20
Hazel's POV

His room was wasn't any different from he it was from the day of the party except that now, he had a few books scattered on his table. I let down my shoulders for the first time all night. The tension that had been clawing at my ribs finally let go.

He flicked on the small lamp beside the bed. “Here,” he said, tossing me a folded T-shirt from his drawer. “Something to sleep in. It’s clean.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

He nodded, pulling a blanket from the closet and dropping it on the floor beside the bed like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I stood awkwardly, clutching the shirt he had just given me. “You really don’t have to.”

“I do,” he said firmly. "Now, go get changed and have some rest before I change my mind.”

In my normal element I would have given him a comeback, but now all I could do was to offer a weak smile then I made my way to his bathroom

When I entered the room again, I sank onto his bed, the mattress dipped softly beneath me. The blanket fel
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