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38.You're trouble
Lila’s P.O.V. I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on my face. I wasn’t entirely sure what had woken me—maybe it was the scent of pancakes or the faint sound of a soft chuckle from across the room. I blinked my eyes open slowly, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin, and then I saw him. Skye was standing at the edge of the bed, a tray in his hands, that familiar mischievous grin playing on his lips. His brown eyes sparkled with something that made my heart skip a beat. “Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I thought you’d never wake up.” I pushed myself up on my elbows, trying to suppress a yawn. “What time is it?” “Time for breakfast,” Skye replied, setting the tray carefully on the bed in front of me. “Which I made, by the w
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