SARAHSunlight slid across the bed, slow and warm, brushing over my legs and the tangle of white sheets. My head was still heavy with last night—his hands, the stars, the smell of wine on his skin. I didn’t want to move. But the light was too loud, too bright to ignore. I blinked, turning my head to see Marco still asleep beside me, mouth slightly open, hair a mess, arms thrown around me like he thought I might vanish in the middle of the night.I slipped out from under him, careful not to wake him. One of his shirts hung off the chair, so I grabbed it and threw it on. It swallowed me whole. I wandered toward the little kitchen sink, hunting for water. My throat was dry, my body sore in the good kind of way.Behind me, the bed creaked. “You’re getting up?” he muttered, voice rough, barely awake.“Barely,” I said, twisting open a bottle. “I need water. Or maybe coffee. Or a full body massage.”He groaned, sitting up and stretching like a damn lion. “How about we make it a real morning,
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