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Not alone
89. Athena My eyelids shot open, the golden warmth of morning light seeping through the thick curtains. The scent of pine and musk enveloped me, grounding me instantly. For a heartbeat, I felt disoriented, but then reality washed over me—I wasn’t alone. My cheek rested against a solid, steady surface, the rhythmic thump beneath it unmistakable. My breath hitched as realization dawned: I wasn't alone. I was lying in Lorenzo’s arms. A rush of warmth flooded my chest, a mix of comfort and shy exhilaration. Slowly, I tilted my head upward, my gaze landing on his serene face. His eyes were closed, dark lashes—longer than mine, I noted with a hint of envy—resting against his sharp cheekbones. How could someone look so peaceful, so... beautiful, even in sleep? I couldn’t resist drinking in e
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