Chapter sixty three

Rafaello’s POV

I woke to harsh sunlight spilling across the room.

Alora slept deeply, her soft breaths brushing my chest. I lifted myself carefully, slid a pillow beneath her head, and eased away.

I checked my phone.

“Shit,” I muttered. It was already 11:50 a.m. Damn it. I hadn’t slept this deepl...

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