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Wake Up, He Never Left
You open your eyes and the morning light is warm, and so is the body pressed against yours — broad, solid, unmistakably him. Marcus Hale, your first love, the boy who held your hand at eleven and broke your heart at eighteen, is lying right beside you like the last several years were nothing but a bad dream. Your chest floods with a joy so fierce it almost hurts, and then the questions hit like cold water. He left without a word — so why is he here now, holding you like he never stopped?
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