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ADELINE

“I must be hallucinating,” I tease, leaning against the doorway and watching my very shirtless, very distracting boyfriend navigate the kitchen. “For some reason, I’m seeing my boyfriend. That can’t be right. Mr. MVP has been far too busy to bother with his lonely, boring girlfriend.”

I’d woken up in the best way possible — his side of the bed slightly messy, the faint scent of breakfast i