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He Isn't Who You Think He Is

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Olivia

I wake up wrapped in warmth and the scent of Leonard's cologne still clinging to my sheets. My hand reaches across the bed automatically, searching for him, but finds only cool cotton. He's gone.

For a moment, panic floods through me—did he leave? Did last night mean nothing to him? But then I hear the distant sounds of movement from the kitchen, the clink of dishes, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

He stayed.

Sunlight filters through my curtains, and I lie there for a moment, letting the memories of last night wash over me. The way he held me while I cried. The way he looked at me before he kissed me. The way he made love to me like I was something precious, something worth cherishing.

The way he made me feel safe for the first time since Emma destroyed everything.

Emma. The thought of her still hurts, a sharp ache in my chest that I don't think will fade anytime soon. My best friend since childhood, and she hated me. She was in love with Leonard and plotted
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