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AUTHOR’S POV
The golden morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom.
The air was thick with the remnants of last night—the faint scent of him lingering on the sheets, the warmth still trapped in the bed.
Adeline sat there, her legs tucked under her, the fabric of his oversized shirt draping loosely over her petite frame.
It was far too big for her, the sleeves slipping past her wrists, the collar falling slightly off one shoulder, exposing a hint of bare skin.
She let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, still groggy from sleep. The bed beneath her was messy, the pillows indented from where they had laid, the blankets bunched up from their restless movements during the night.
Her body ached in the be
