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NOMALCY

Auteur: Sophie George
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-26 23:06:25

Lena’s POV

I lay completely still, listening to the steady, sound of Adrian’s breathing beside me. One of his heavy arms was still slung possessively over my waist, anchoring me to the mattress.

My muscles ached from the unyielding tension of holding my life together by a frayed thread.

Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under Adrian’s arm. He stirred, murmuring something unintelligible into the pillow. I didn't waste a second. I gathered my clothes, dressed quickly in the quiet suite, and let
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  • Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours   GUILTY PLEASURES

    Lena’s POV 🌸The apartment door clicked shut behind me just after 3:30 a.m. The sound felt impossibly loud in the silence. I stood in the dark living room for a long moment, heart still racing, legs unsteady beneath me.Cleo was asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball with one arm hanging of

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