Grayson lay on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting uselessly between them, caught in the empty space that somehow felt too loud. The early morning light crept in through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue that slowly traced its way across Aurora’s face like a quiet intrusion, uninvited yet welcome.She was still fast asleep, her breathing even, her expression peaceful—so completely untouched by the storm that gnawed relentlessly inside him.He told himself not to move. Not to reach out. Not to want.But his hand didn’t listen.Like it had a mind of its own, it moved—hesitant but drawn, and slowly brushed away a loose strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers lingered, betraying him further, tracing the delicate curve of her face as if he were memorizing something he knew he shouldn’t want, but couldn't help needing.Damn it.He hated how easily his body betrayed him around her.His brain—the same one that had been sharpened for strategy, revenge, and
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