110- Because I Found Him In My Kitchen, Barefoot And Making Eggs, Like That’s Normal

KACIA

I wake late, so late that it might not even be morning anymore. Judging by the heavy light streaming through my curtains, it’s probably well into the afternoon. My body aches, my stomach feels hollow, but I’m safe. Warm and wrapped in Oz’s arms. For a long moment, I just lie there, sinking...

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