A Beautiful Gift
As Julian watched the beautiful witch sleep in his bed like nothing else in the world mattered, with her face buried in his chest and one arm around his body almost as if she didn't want to ever let him go, he let himself to ran his fingers along her pretty, dark curls. Allowing himself to finally admit he had fallen for her. Hard. Deep. And there was no going back from it. Julian was afraid he had always known it, but for what he was sure the most was that he knew the first second he saw Alina at the battle, risking her own life for him. He had been terrified only a few times in his life, he could count them with his fingers, but nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the thought—the risk—of losing her... before even having her in the first place. Just a few days ago Julian was doubt
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