It was cold outside, the kind of damp chill that clung to Nico’s skin. A light drizzle tapped against the studio windows as he rubbed at his tired eyes and yawned. He hadn’t slept. Not really.
Last night had been a blur of restless tossing beside Lydia. No kisses. No touches. Not even the comfort of silence. His mind had been crowded.
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