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I feel cold and that's the reason why I try to pull up the duvet more to cover my body, but instead end up hitting my elbow into something hard.
A groan is let out from above my head, my eyes snapping up at the sound. All I get to see is a beautiful man with his head on top of my head, his arms are wrapped around me in vice like grip and our legs tangled.
He has a stubble going on, his long nose travels down to his pink lips, while his eyes are tightly closed leaving his brows to knit together, all that compliments his pale complexion.
I want to touch his hair, they look so smooth and silky to run my fingers through.
His jawline is very sharp, could cut a piece of metal, I guess, not literally but you get it.
I untangle myself from his body which is very difficult because this man is heavy and looks to be enormous.
I slip my feet into some slippers and stand up from the bed, is he Mikhail Vasilevsky? He has to be.
I shake my head at his sleeping figure on the king sized bed, could only find so much place to sleep but no, the prince wants to cuddle without consent.
Without wasting any second, I go to the bathroom to quickly get ready for the day, it's early right now maybe past five in the morning.
While the water of the shower is heating up to the according temperature, I brush my teeth; glancing at the mirror in front of me. My dried tears on my face are reminder of the fact that I miss Lucia.
Exhaling loudly I do my business before stepping into the shower stall and letting the warm water hit my body. As soon as it comes in contact with my body, the muscles seems to relax causing me to let out a content sigh.
I lather body wash on my body and wash it away and then move to my hair. After I've shaved every part that needs to be shaved, I dry myself and step out of the fogged up glass doors.
A white towel is wrapped around my body, I stick my head out through the space between the door and the wall, to see if the man is till there or not. And to my luck he isn't, good.
I step into the closet, quickly enough and slip on the undergarments before moving onto a two piece knitted set, and pull on some beige ugg slippers.
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