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The Next Morning

Author: Pamora
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 16:22:15

Lydia POV

The first thing I notice when I wake up is silence.

Not the empty kind.

The comfortable kind.

For a moment I stay still beneath the covers, staring at the pale morning light spilling across the ceiling. The penthouse always feels different at this hour. Softer. The city outside is still half asleep.

Then memory catches up with me.

The kiss.

My stomach tightens slightly.

Last night wasn’t impulsive. That’s the problem. If it had been anger or adrenaline, I could dismiss it easi
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