Greer’s POV The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my bedroom. I stirred slowly, my body deliciously sore from the night before. Calder’s arms were no longer around me, but the scent of him still lingered on the sheets. I smiled to myself, stretching languidly as memories of his touch, his kisses, and the way he had claimed every inch of the apartment flooded back.The smell of breakfast wafted in from the kitchen — eggs, bacon, fresh coffee. I slipped on one of his discarded shirts and padded barefoot toward the source. Calder stood at the stove, looking unfairly handsome in just his trousers, the morning light highlighting the strong lines of his back and shoulders. He turned when he heard me, his eyes softening with that intense, possessive warmth that always made my heart skip.“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pulling me into a deep kiss. His hand rested on my lower back, holding me close for a long moment before he reluctantly pulled a
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