Three hours later, I had freshened up and was seated in the living room when Adrian arrived at the pack house, carrying some fresh fruit. Lydia, who was with me at the time, took the bags from him and excused herself from the room. I stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck and playfully swirling my hair. I don't know why, but each time he comes, there's always something to bring.

He looked at me, seemingly hesitant to say anything, but returned my smile.

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