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CallieI woke to the faint sound of Grayson humming under his breath, a tune I didn’t recognize but somehow felt familiar, comforting. The sheets beside me were empty, but the warmth lingered, and I could feel the residual echo of last night’s closeness—the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips, the softness of his skin against mine, the way laughter and desire had mingled seamlessly.Sliding out of bed, I walked quietly into the kitchen, letting the smell of freshly brewed coffee draw me forward. Grayson was already there, standing by the counter, his hair tousled from sleep, one hand wrapped around his mug, the other idly tracing the rim as he stared out the window. His profile caught the morning light, highlighting the curve of his jaw, the crease of his brow, the ease in the way he existed in this space.“Morning,” I said softly, leaning against the doorframe.He turned, and that slow grin spread across his face. “Morning,” he replied, voice low and warm. “Sleep well