Chapter 62
✨A Different Kind of Morning.✨ Nasir Pov The city was still yawning when Nasir woke, the first pale light slipping through the curtains like a cautious guest. Flora lay beside him, her hair spread across the pillow, her face softened by sleep. He studied her the way a man studies something he is afraid to lose—quietly, gratefully, almost in disbelief that she was real and not another dream he would have to wake from. He touched her gently, not with urgency but with tenderness, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. She stirred, smiling before her eyes even opened. There was warmth between them, unhurried and new, the kind of closeness neither of them had ever known in the early hours of a day. When he kissed her, it was slow and deep, a promise rather than a demand. Her lips were so
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