I blink awake, the soft glow of the morning spilling into the room, but something feels off. There was an unfamiliar weight beside me. For a moment, panic filled my chest. Who was this in my bed? Then flashes of last night flood back: Your laughter, the city lights, us spilling secrets, your lips on mine. My eyes land on a faint scar on your back, and I gasp. Oh, morning….
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