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Hazel awoke to the soft morning light streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. She stirred with the pounding ache in her head. Looking around only to realize the room looked like a scattered puzzle of the night before. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, leaving remnants of the passionate night she vaguely remembered. Feeling both sore and strangely empty, Hazel searched for Wyatt, but he was nowhere to be found. She longed to see him beside her on this beautiful morning, and the room felt incomplete without him despite the scattered memories and a room filled with echoes of their passion. She ran her fingers over her body, tracing the remarks that Wyatt had left, a mixture of pleasure and pain carved into her skin. A gentle smile played on her lips, and blush tinted her cheeks as she closed her eyes, allowing the memory of his words to replay in her mind – You are mine. The thought brought a bubbly energy that lightened her heart. Hazel headed to the