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EIGHTEEN | MORNING COFFEE
~Nadia~
I woke up to such blissful silence, with just his soft breathing against the crook of my neck. When did we switch positions? His hands were tangled in my hair and his nose nuzzled my neck when I tried to move.
The minute I saw his face, my heart quickened, and I stopped brea
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