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12. Rue
12 Rue I’m in the kitchen sipping a fresh cup of coffee when Dryas finally gets up. He usually sleeps just a handful of hours each night, so seeing him yawn and stretch as he enters the room is vaguely amusing. He’s a little gruff as I hand him a mug of coffee. He looks at me over the mug as he takes the first sip. “You were up early. Well, earlier than me anyway.” I raise my brows. “It’s almost ten thirty.” He looks confused. “It is? God, when is the last time I even looked at a clock? I guess I need to put my watch back on.” I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like vacation Dryas. He’s…” I pause. Emotionally available? An amazing f**k? But no, I swallow those two things. “More laid back, I guess.” He chuckles a little, his eyes crinkling. I swear, when he does that, it’s hard to ke
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