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In the early morning, the rising sun penetrated the thick curtains with a gentle light. Though not blinding, it reminded the sleeping people that it was time to get up.
After a night of binge drinking, Titus Zane covered his forehead with his hand, gently rubbed it, and slowly woke up.
Opening his eyes and seeing the handsome face within his line of sight, Titus Zane thought he was dreaming.
He rubbed his slightly heavy forehead once more and reopened his eyes, Jon's enviably pale face was still there before him.
With a nightcap on his head and covered in a checkered tube nightgown, he looked like a circus juggler, eyes closed, sleeping sweetly.
Titus Zane couldn't figure out how he knew where he was staying, given that the two of them had only exchanged a phone call since their parting, which was last night.
Moreover, she didn't reveal the city or address where she currently resided.
