Cecilia's pov
I felt the mattress shift as Sebastian carefully extracted himself from our tangled embrace.
Through half-open eyes, I watched him move silently across the room, his powerful frame silhouetted against the morning light filtering through the curtains.
I could still feel him in every part of me. Last night definitely left its mark.
As he disappeared into the bathroom, I buried my face in the pillow that still held his scent, letting myself sink into a rare moment of unadulterated peace.
The shower turned on, and I thought about joining him.
Then my phone buzzed. It was Harper. She was already in the penthouse.
So much for post-hookup cuddles.
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By the time I emerged from the bedroom, dressed in comfortable leggings and an oversized sweater, I found Harper sitting in t
