~Soren~I woke up too early to too much sun.Awake in a bed that most likely costs more than Georgina’s first three weddings put together, in a room that appears as if I punched a hole through the walls of a hotel lobby. White, gold, pristine. Not a speck of real life to be found.I can’t stand it.My phone says 9:00 a.m. I slept through breakfast. Good. The less I have to spend time with my new “family” the better, really.I’m flicking through my phone, procrastinating on life as responsibly as I possibly can, when someone knocks.Not a polite tap. a full fist.“What?” I hiss.The door opened.Felix. Naturally.He leans against the frame like he has come to announce wedding plans. Black T-shirt, jeans, hair still wet, smirk already formed.“Morning, Siren.”“It’s Soren. And knocking is usually followed by waiting to go in.”“I did knock.” He walks in without hesitation. “You said ‘what’. I read that as ‘please, Felix, bless me with your presence.’”I toss a pillow at him.He catches
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