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... morning air that stirred Billy awake.
The sky outside was still painted with pale gold, the kind that hadn’t decided yet if it wanted to be cloudy or clear.
In the quiet of the room, he blinked his eyes open and felt the steady rise and fall of Artur’s breathing beside him.
For a moment, he stayed still—wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the gentle weight of Artur’s arm across his chest. Then, slowly, he turned his head, watching as Artur’s lashes flickered.
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