Hailey’s POVMorning came without mercy.The sun crept through the glass walls of the penthouse like an intruder, illuminating everything I wished I could still hide. I lay awake long before Dylan stirred, listening to his breathing, steady and deep, while my mind replayed Grant’s words over and over until they burned.Violation. Manipulation. Doubt.I shifted carefully, but Dylan’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me back against him. His body was warm, solid, unmistakably real. For a moment, I let myself sink into the sensation, the way my back fit against his chest, the way his breath brushed my shoulder.“You’re not asleep,” he murmured.“No,” I admitted. “I don’t think I can be. Not anymore.”He turned me to face him, his eyes already open, already alert. He looked like a man bracing for impact, not one just waking up. His hand slid up my arm, slow, grounding.“Then don’t be alone in it,” he said.The intensity in his gaze unraveled something in me. I leaned in, pressing my
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