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Chapter 25

When Timothy woke up, he found himself alone in the bedroom. He got out of bed and pulled the curtains open.

The sunlight flooded in, causing his pupils to constrict before he adjusted to the brightness. The light was warm and comforting.

Bob was sitting on one side of the balcony with a folder and some papers on the wooden table in front of him. He looked like he was working.

Timothy leaned comfortably against the doorframe between the bedroom and the balcony, his shorts loosely hanging off his hips. The front of his shorts was slightly raised; his morning wood had yet to subside.

"Morning," he greeted Bob, his voice a bit hoarse. Understandably so—he had cursed too much the previous night.

Bob glanced at his watch and said, "Yeah, morning."

Timothy asked, "What time is it?"

Bob replied, "Two in the afternoon."

"No wonder," Timothy muttered as he walked forward, putting his arms around Bob's neck from behind. "I'm starving so badly. Bob, you should cook for me."

"What do you
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