The soft glow of morning filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. The air was thick with the lingering warmth of the night before, a silent testament to what had transpired between them.Theodore lay awake, his arm resting under his head while his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheets. His gaze was fixed on the woman beside him.Nadia.Her head was nestled against his arm, her dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her breathing slow and steady. Strands of her dark hair had fallen over her face, and he resisted the sudden urge to brush them away.Even in sleep, she was breathtaking.He let out a slow exhale, his mind clouded with thoughts.He had been drunk last night, yes. But not drunk enough to forget. Not drunk enough to regret.And that was what he hated the most.The past few days, he had tried his best to keep his distance. Their arrangement was temporary,
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