RHEA’S POV I stretched out in bed, feeling a sense of happiness, I hadn’t felt in a long while. Miles’ scent still enveloped me, meaning he was still on the bed. I could still feel his warmth beside me, the solidity of his chest, and his strong arms around me. My eyes fluttered open, and I came face to face with Miles. We were still tangled up in the sheets. But just then, he stirred. His eyes opened, and for a brief, fleeting second, he looked at me with a softness I hadn’t seen in ages. But then, clarity hit, and his gaze sharpened. “Fuck!” he hissed, pushing himself up and away from me, his face twisted in horror. “What the heck are you doing in my bed?” The warmth I had felt shattered in an instant. His reaction cut straight through me, leaving a hollow ache in its place. I had been foolish to think that one night could change anything between us. Now, our bond had only intensified, and anything from him would hurt me even more. “I’m... I’m sorry, I—” I stammered, unsure
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