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Author: Sophie George
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-28 03:25:19

Lena’s POV

I shifted slightly, the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapping around us like a blanket, but the persistent hum of reality was already pulling me back. The project presentation for school to our lecturer was looming just around the corner, and the grace period we had carved out at the hotel and last night in Adrian's arms had officially run out.

I propped myself up on one elbow, gently brushing a lock of dark hair from Adrian’s forehead as he stirred awake beside me.

"Morning," he mu
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