Babysitting the Billionaire's son
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim glow filtering through the window.
Aaron’s arm was still draped over me — heavy, warm, comforting. Azi was between us, curled up like a little kitten, his soft breathing calm and steady. For a moment, I just lay there, listening. The quiet hum of the ceiling fan, the faint rustle of the curtains, the distant sound of waves brushing against the shore.
It was that kind of silence na hindi nakakailang. It didn’t demand anything. It just existed — gentle, patient, full of peace.
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