***Liam’s POV***
I wake up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. I shift, and realize that Camilla is wrapped in my arms, her head nestled against my chest.
A smile tug at the corners of my lips as I gently detach myself from her body, trying not to disturb her peaceful slumber.
Sitting up, I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me. She is a vision of beauty, her tousled hair cascading over the pillows, and her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she breathed rhythmically.
Her features are delicate, like a porcelain doll, with a hint of mischief hidden in her soft, rosy lips.
As I continue to gaze at her, Lucas and Lucien, also stir awake. They stretch lazily, their eyes meeting mine with knowing smiles.
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