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Trying Together
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2025-02-01 21:00:21Alissia
I woke up with a slight ache from my toe and hobbled out to find Blake and Lucas, who were comfortably lounging around. They told me Demitri’s busy working, so I settled in with ice on my foot. When Demitri came back, he had my laptop.
Saying a quick thanks I fire up my laptop. It feels great to have it back; I need to dive back into my story and make some serious changes. Hours slip by as I get lost in my writing, adjusting each scene with renewed inspiration, aware of the occasional glances from both Blake and Lucas. They’re watching me; I can practically feel their eyes on me.
“Food’s here,” Blake announces, breaking my focus. I stretch and close the laptop, realizing how much time has flown by.
“I’ll take some down to grumpy,” I say, grabbing two plates and standing up, a bit wobbly on my injured foot.
Blake smirks. “You sure you can manage?”
I roll my e
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