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XXIV: A Piece Of My Heart
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Droplets of water rolled down Najmah’s face, soaking the duvet covering her body. She frowned slightly, turning her face towards the other side of the bed.
She felt the water drop on her face again, and with a pout, her eyes lazily fluttered open, her gaze settling on Aslan who was hovering over her frame fresh from a shower. Pushing him away from her, she glared at his hair which was dripping wet.
"I'm sleeping," she mumbled rolling over to the other side, drawing the duvet over her head.
"Wake up Hun," he pried the duvet away from her grip. "It's past noon."
"So?" she questioned, her eyes still closed. "You know us unemployed people can sleep way past noon right? We got no responsibilities."
"You will soon enough," he muttered under his breath with a smirk.
He left the bed and went back into the bathroom to run a bath for her. Satisfied with the temperature of the
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