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066. The Unserious Kiss

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-12-31 19:27:13

Blake’s POV:

I wake to warmth.

Not sunlight. Not blankets.

A body.

Alex is pressed against me, close enough that I can feel every slow breath he takes. His arm is wrapped around my waist, firm like it found its place in the dark and refused to move. His forehead rests against my shoulder. His nose is warm against my skin.

He is snuggling me.

The realization settles slowly, carefully, like I am afraid it might disappear if I think too loud.

The storm is gone. The air feels calm. The room is quie
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