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... was that the sterile, antiseptic smell of the clinic had been replaced by the rich, savory aroma of roasted coffee and... was that bacon? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
She sat up, wincing as her stiff muscles protested the movement. The events of the last twenty-four hours felt like a fever dream. But the heavy warmth of the duvet tucked securely around her shoulders was real, and so was the empty space beside her where Damien had been lying.
"You’re awake," a deep voice rumble ...
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