Chapter 63
✨Morning Made of Secrets.✨ Flora — Pov Flora lay back in bed relishing the soft, golden hush of morning. The curtains were half drawn, the light slipping in like warm honey across the silk sheets. She felt lazy, weightless, wrapped in a quiet happiness she didn’t quite recognize as her own. Her body still carried echoes of the night before. Then. This morning—nothing she could name without blushing, nothing she could think about without her stomach fluttering. She pressed her face into the pillow and groaned softly. Memory was a dangerous thing. Images kept returning uninvited—how daring she had been, how bold in a way she had never known herself capable of. She remembered the way she had laughed, nervous and breathless, the way Nasir had looked at her as if she were something prec
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