25 | Why?
I groaned, stretching as best I could while being wrapped in thick blankets. My eyes were blinded by the natural light that shone through the uncovered window beside the large bed. A took a moment to rub my eyes, blocking the beautiful light before turning and being faced with a muscular back. It was Ade. He was sitting with his back to me, his head looking down and his fingers moving as if he were working on something. “Ade?” I questioned through squinted eyes, cringing at how groggy my voice sounded. Ade glanced back, “You up?” He questioned, his voice was unusually soft as he leaned forward to place a warm palm on the side of my face. “How are you feeling?” I looked from his face to the large hand he had against mine, “Uhh.. good?” I answered hesitantly. “That’s good to hear.” He rep
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