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Ajax wasn’t sure whether what he was seeing in front of him was real or a fantasy.
It was impossible to make out the difference.
He tried rubbing his eyes. He tried pinching himself. But the more he tried to wake himself up from whatever the hell he had tumbled into, he only fell deeper.
Ajax took a few tentative steps towards the bed to make sure the alcohol hadn’t melted his brain. But the closer he got, the sharper the vision turned. More certain he became of himself, and more confusion rose in his chest.
The fact that there was a woman in his room was the matter alone that had his head reeling. But to realize that the woman in his room—on his bed—was no one else but Noémie almost had him choke on his own saliva.
This couldn’t be true. She left hours ago, didn’t
