The Shirt That Didn't Fit

The sky still wore its pre-dawn blues when Aria opened her eyes. Sheets tangled around her waist. Her body was stiff. Her chest is tight.

Xander’s scent lingered in the linen—cedarwood and rain.

His side of the bed? Cold.

She rolled over anyway, hand searching for him out of habit.

He was alread...

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