The Next Day
Lucian woke up first but made no movement, not wanting to disturb Aurelia’s peaceful sleeping. He glanced at the wall clock.
6:43 a.m.
His grip on her waist tightened slightly as he recalled the night before.
“Mhhmm…” Aurelia grumbled, waking up.
Lucian instantly loosened his hold on her waist and watched her shift a little more before slowly opening her eyes. Her drowsy gaze squinted for a second when she realized she was lying on Lucian.
“Lucian…” she whispered.
“Good morning, Princess,” he greeted in an early-morning raspy voice.
Aurelia slowly pushed herself off him. She sat up on the bed and ran her hands through her hair. She remembered clearly that Lucian wasn’t in the mansion when she’d gone to sleep… and now he was here.
“When did you get here?” she asked.
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