Arden woke up the next morning with a small yawn. He stretched his hands lazily before rolling over to the other side of the bed. His hand touched the sheets, but instead of skin, all he felt was warmth, the kind that told him someone had been there moments ago. He blinked his eyes open slowly, squinting against the light that seeped in through the curtains. When his sight cleared, he realized Ryder was no longer there. “Where did he go?” Arden mumbled to himself, his voice still thick with sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and looked around. The room was quiet as the scent of Ryder’s cologne still lingered faintly in the air, teasing his senses and pulling unwanted memories of last night, the warmth, the closeness, his heartbeat racing uncontrollably. Before he could get too lost in thought, a knock came at the door. “Come in,” he said softly. The door opened, and one of the mansion maids stepped inside, dressed neatly in her uniform. “Good morning, sir,” she g
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