The morning didn’t wait for them.It never did.Light filtered slowly through the tall windows, stretching across the floor, climbing the walls, settling over the quiet aftermath of the night.Ariana woke before him.At least—she thought she did.For a moment, she didn’t move.Didn’t open her eyes fully.Just… felt.The steady rise and fall beneath her cheek.His chest.The warmth of his arm still loosely around her.The quiet.Too calm.Too intimate.Too real.Her eyes opened slowly.The city beyond the glass was already awake again—cars moving, people walking, everything continuing like nothing had shifted.But something had.She pushed herself up slightly, careful, controlled, trying not to disturb him.His arm slid away naturally.Not possessive.Not restraining.That should have made it easier.It didn’t.Ariana sat at the edge of the bed for a moment.Still.Thinking.Replaying.Last night wasn’t a blur.It was too clear.Every decision.Every moment.Every choice.She stood qui
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