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... reathing in its glow as soft birdsong drifted in—a day waking without urgency.
Billy stirred first, eyes fluttering open to the soft hush of the room.
Artur’s arm was still draped around his waist, heavy with sleep.
For a moment, Billy didn’t move. He let himself breathe it in—the warmth, the closeness, the way the air smelled faintly of soap and wood and something that belonged to Artur.
He turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and studied his face in the lig ...
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