Chapter 42 Zyle?

Monroe.

I woke up to the still unfamiliar room that smelled like him.

I had to squint my eyes and let my memories remind me of where I was.

I stretched and stared at the ceiling, the memories flooding into my head, making my cheeks burn.

The way he hugged me...

God, I messed up.

I facepalmed m...

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