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I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep last night. Damien and Julian hadn’t come back yet, and honestly, I didn’t care. My head was pounding, my heart was still stuck somewhere between fear and embarrassment. So I just crawled under the blanket and slept.

Now, it’s morning. The smell of coffee, pancake and bacon filled the dining room as I sat opposite Julian, pretending to be busy cutting my pancake into perfect squares. Damien sat beside him, the both of them quietly ...