ALYONAThe following morning, I woke up earlier than usual — my body had already adjusted to my office routine. The faint morning light streamed through the tall glass panels, casting a pale glow over the room. I finished my morning business, got dressed, and waited quietly, unsure if it was okay to step out. He might still be sleeping, I thought. The last thing I wanted was to disturb him. Gathering a little courage, I tiptoed toward the living room."You’re awake?" I froze. The sudden deep timbre of his voice broke through the silence, startling me. I turned to see Alexander standing by the counter, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the morning light tracing the hard lines of his face."Good morning," I managed. He came closer, and before I could step back, his cool fingers brushed my forehead, then lingered at the side of my neck. "How’s your fever?" he asked softly, his brows knitting together."I—I think it’s gone," I said, forcing a little smile."Good," he murmured. His tone carrie
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