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The next morning, just right before sunrise, Isis' eyes flicked open. She had stayed up until the early hours of the morning, and it told on her, as her eyelids were heavy, her eyes itchy and red from lack of adequate sleep. She made to move, but found out she was wrapped in his arms, tightly against his body, and had to spend a solid 15 minutes trying to slip away from under his arms.

She soon got dressed after taking a quick shower in his bathroom, as she had taken off her clothes earlier for comfort and thrown one of his sweatshirts on. She took one final look at herself in the mirror before walking over to the bed to kiss him on the cheeks and exiting the room.

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As the morning sun cast its warm golden rays into the room, Omarion wore a smile on his face as he patted the side of the bed, expecting to feel Isis by his side. His smile was soon mixed with a slight, confusing frown when he couldn't feel her beside him.

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