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... s, casting golden patterns on her walls.
For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel lost. She stretched, a slow smile forming as the memories of last night settled warmly in her chest.
Adrian.
Her confession.
The way he had held her as if she had always belonged there.
With a deep breath, she swung her legs over the bed and stood, her gaze landing on the untouched canvas leaning against the far wall.
It had been weeks since she'd painted—s ...
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