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... of porcelain had faded with breakfast, and the scent of citrus and linen hung in the air—clean, still. Afternoon light slanted through the balcony doors, casting long, golden stripes across the polished floor and the edge of the chaise where Lucas now sat curled, one leg tucked beneath him, Trevor’s oversized robe draped around his shoulders.
Trevor stood by the desk, fingers resting lightly on the back of a chair, a frown tugging at the edge of his mouth.
"You should write ever ...
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