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122 - WEDDING EVE I

Author: Krystal Key
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-08 16:14:31

CHERYL'S POV

When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing that hit me was the scent—familiar and calming. My room. Lavender and something warm, musky—Oliver’s cologne, faint in the sheets.

I was home.

My body felt heavy, like I’d been under for hours. My head throbbed faintly behind my eyes, but it was dull now, not stabbing. The nausea that had gripped my stomach at the field had quieted into a sour echo. Manageable.

I shifted slightly.

I wasn’t alone.

When I turned, Oliver was there beside me, slumped against the headboard, still dressed in the sports clothes from earlier. His arms were folded, and his mouth slightly parted in sleep. A lock of blond hair had fallen across his forehead, softening his usual hard angles. He looked… peaceful.

I lay still for a moment, watching him. Breathing beside him.

I didn’t know what I was waiting for.

Permission, maybe.

To feel something.

When he stirred and blinked awake, the concern rushed into his eyes so fast it startled me. He reached out ins
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