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Chapter 102: Predinner

Author: Jewella
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-13 19:40:16

Alex~

Morning comes andI wake up with Seth’s knee tucked between mine and his hand curved around my waist, his thumb pressed against the seam of my shirt like he fell asleep mid-touch.

I turn a little. His eyebrows twitch like he felt the universe shift.

“Five more minutes,” he mutters, already losing the fight with consciousness.

“You said that ten minutes ago,” I whisper.

“Lies,” he says into my shoulder. “I just opened my eyes two seconds ago.”

He definitely didn’t but he finally pushes himself up, rubbing his face with both hands, and the room goes cold without him. He swings his legs off the bed and sits there for a while, stretching his shoulders.

I watch quietly, and something inside me warms the same way it did yesterday morning, like the sight of him doing normal human things shouldn’t feel this intimate but it does.

He stands and reaches for his hoodie my hoodie, actually. The gray one that used to fall past my hips until he stretched it out of shape.

I raise a brow. “Serio
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