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Blake's P.O.V.

The bright light from the sun makes me squinting my eyes open. This isn't my room. I look to my left and there she is. Her beautiful blonde hair is fanned out around her head like a mane. I look at her sleeping features. She looks so gorgeous. I tap on her cheek.

"Mm." She moans.

"Anna." I whisper. Her hazel eye glared at me.

"I was trying to sleep." I smile.

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