Zee’s POV.
Morning light filtered softly through my thin curtains, painting the room with a gentle glow that coaxed me awake.
I blinked a few times, slowly pulling myself from the fog of sleep, the faint scent of him still lingering in the air.
For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was, but then the silence around me spoke louder than any memory—I was alone. I shifted, eyes scanning the room.
The bed beside me was empty, untouched. My heart fluttered with a strange mixture of disappointment and something tender.
A small, soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as memories from the night before flooded back in waves.
Denver.
Just thinking of his name made my stomach flutter with a million butterflies. God. He was such a charmer. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
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