Hot Sauce 21
Nyla The next morning, I woke up with a soft yawn, stretching my arms above my head. I reached for my phone and smiled when I saw the notification waiting on the screen. Ezekiel: Good morning, beautiful (heart emoji). How was your sleep? I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night. My cheeks warmed instantly. I typed back quickly, my thumbs moving faster than I meant them to. Good morning. I slept okay. You? I set the phone down and stood up, stretching once more before my eyes landed on the necklace sitting on the table where I’d left it the night before. A small, happy smile tugged at my lips just looking at it. I picked it up carefully and fastened it around my neck, my fingers brushing gently over the pendant once it settled into place. It felt right there, like it belonged. Aft
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