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Serene’s POV
My eyes fluttered open, my body sinking into the plush cushions of a couch. I blinked, taking in the dim elegance of Nicholas’s office.
I was still here.
A sharp gasp escaped me as memories crashed in—I’d passed out at his desk, overwhelmed, vulnerable. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment, the heat searing my skin.
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I sat up slowly, my gaze flicking to the desk.
Empty. No one there.
I exhaled, relief washing over me. I could not look in his eyes for a few days now after I just decided to pass out on his desk.
But the air felt thick, alive with a presence that made my pulse spike. My heart thudded as I sensed someone close. Turning my head, I froze. Nicholas lounged on the adjacent couch, his head tipped back, eyes closed, as if sa
