Aria's POV.I woke up to the heavy, comforting smell of clean, high-thread-count sheets and the faint, bitter aroma of fresh coffee brewing somewhere nearby.I opened my eyes slowly as it adjusted to the light The bed beneath me was huge, an expansive sea of white linen that felt miles wider than the narrow, lumpy mattress in my cramped dorm room.The pillows were plush, sinking beneath the weight of my head, and they smelled undeniably like him—a woodsy, masculine scent mixed with clean soap and a hint of the gym bag he carried everywhere like a second skin.This wasn’t my room, with its peeling wallpaper and the hum of a communal hallway.I sat up fast, the movement jarring my equilibrium, and my heart began kicking rhythmically against my ribs like a trapped bird.The hotel.This was the same upscale hotel we’d come to that first weekend, the one where we’d spent hours hovering on the precipice, almost crossing the line into something permanent before pulling back at the last seco
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