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20. HER COMFORT

I blinked awake, my lashes sticking to each other like they were protesting this ridiculous hour. And there he was—shirtless, of course—standing in front of the mirror, fixing his watch like it was an accessory to his crimes.

“You’re awake,” he said without turning around.

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ink. ache. devotion. ✧ love that wounds ;⁠)