Reclaiming the Love We Lost
The morning sun rose over Manhattan with an unprecedented, brilliant clarity, casting long, vibrant beams of deep gold and amber across the sprawling terrace of the penthouse.
Lydia woke slowly, her body wrapped in the warm comfort of the Egyptian silk sheets. She shifted slightly, finding herself resting comfortably against the broad, muscular expanse of Adrian’s chest. His powerful arm was still locked around her waist, pinning her securely to his flank, his quiet, even breaths brushing against her dark hair as if, even in his deepest sleep, his body refused to release her.
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