Ours

Emilio’s POV

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I woke up before she did.

The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of her breathing. Slow. Even. Ours.

Sienna was curled up against Lorenzo, her face tucked against his chest, her lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful—too peaceful, like she wasn’t the same girl who drove me insane every second she was awake.

This is exactly where she belonged. With us. But I didn’t.

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