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Amelia's POV
I heard shuffling and opened my eyes to see Xavier awake staring at the ceiling. Instead of alerting him of my consciousness I laid there admiring him. The sharpness of his jaw, the light reflecting in his eyes. The redness of his lips that parted slightly exposing hi-

"Good morning Amelia," he whispered his eyes still trained on the ceiling.

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