257- Ring, Rush, and Confessions

POV Raica:

"What time is it?" I lift my torso, open my eyes as if waking from a coma. Lost, dislocated, with a slight memory lapse. I bring sense back to reason; my eyes slide to the arm resting over my hip, the heavy breath on the pillow. "Nicholas," I whisper. He doesn't even move. "Nichola...

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