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Chapter 20

Author: Adam Carlos
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-05 18:24:19

It was a bright and cheerful day, an entirely unwelcome to Matthew, who groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. His skull throbbed with the aftermath of a night he'd sooner forget… too many drinks.

He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow and trying to shut out the world.

"Morning, sunshine," came Masahiro's unmistakable voice, low and sarcastic.

Matthew cracked one eye open and turned his head just enough to see Masahiro sitting at the table. He had a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, and a paperback novel in the other.

"Ugh, kill me," Matthew muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Masahiro didn't even look up from his book. "I would but cleaning up the mess would ruin my morning."

Matthew groaned louder, forcing himself into a semi-upright position.

"You could at least pretend to care about my suffering.”

"I do care. I care that you inflicted this on yourself." Masahiro finally looked at him, his face the perfect balance of amusement and exasperatio
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