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A harsh glare of sun shines down on my eyes , the soft surface I am laying in feels heavenly and smooth . I groan , my eyes slowly fluttering open . I stare up at a white ceiling and a brown ceiling fan as it slowly spins around . I'm alive ? I bring my hand up to my forehead and frown , my head is still sore . "You're awake ," The voice that always send tingles down my spine grumbles . I'll never get over how enchanting his deep and husky voice is , I'll never get over how disturbingly attractive his voice is to my ears .
I shift my eyes to where his voice came from and my breath hitches . He's seated on a wooden chair , leaned back with his arm comfortably positioned on the handle of the chair . His strong , wide legs are spread open and his other hand rests on his thigh
