Hazel stood in front of the bedroom mirror, quickly pinning her dark hair into a neat, professional bun. The morning light was just starting to filter through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the quiet apartment.Before she could reach for her makeup bag, two familiar arms wrapped securely around her waist from behind. Liam pulled her back flush against his chest, pressing a warm, lingering kiss just below her ear. A soft smile broke across Hazel's face as she leaned into his touch."Morning," Liam mumbled against her skin, his voice still thick with sleep."Morning," Hazel laughed softly, resting her hands over his.She looked at their reflection in the mirror. Liam’s hair was still a little messy from the pillows, his dress shirt unbuttoned. At twenty-seven, he was effortlessly handsome, but it was the quiet, steady adoration in his eyes that always got to her. Looking at him, Hazel felt that familiar, deep warmth swell in her chest. Two months ago, he had finally slipped the bea
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