Raging Thoughts

ARIANA'S POV

I woke up before the sun did.

The room was bathed in a muted, bluish glow from the skyline beyond the glass walls of Hardin's penthouse. His arm was draped over my waist, heavy and warm, his breath slow and steady against the curve of my neck. I lay there for a moment, listening to th...

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