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You look… peaceful.

Author: Ava
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-27 03:17:42

Cassidy’s POV

Morning arrived softly, the way it always did when I woke beside him. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale gold ribbons, painting the ceiling in slow-moving patterns as the city stirred awake beyond the glass. The room was bathed in that gentle, early glow, turning the white sheets into a canvas of soft shadows and highlights, the faint hum of distant traffic like a lullaby fading into the background. I lay still for a moment, cocooned in warmth—his arm heavy around my
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