Chapter 21

Love is blind, uncontrollable, and the most unexpected.

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Cold air. Soft bed sheets. Stillness.

Your legs felt bare.

You turned around, hands grabbing nothingness as you try to reach for a blanket. But there's no blanket.

So your eyes opened slightly, and the view of an unfamilar bed jostled you awake. Where were you? Last night....

Your thoughts were interrupted by a low whistle. When you turned to look,...