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Irene's POV:

I woke up wrapped in Kian’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body radiating against mine. His steady breaths brushed gently against the back of my neck, a reminder of the intimacy we shared the previous night. I kept my eyes closed, relishing the moment, but my mind couldn’t help but drift into a whirlpool of self-conscious thoughts.

How did I end up here, in the embrace of such a handsome man? The question lingered, gnawing at my insecurities. I felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, an imposter in this serene environment. As much as I tried to quell the unease, it surged within me, threatening to overshadow the happiness that should have been dominant.

I turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face. Even in sleep, Kian looked perfect. His chiselled features were softened by slumber, a faint smile playing on his lips as if he were dreaming of something pleasant. It was not okay for me to think this way. The warmth he caused in my heart was more tha