Ariana’s POV

 

The next morning, I groggily opened my eyes, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow on the room. Beside me, Lucas, my beloved, stirred awake. We exchanged sleepy smiles, reveling in the intimacy of our shared morning. But that serene moment was shattered as I noticed my parents standing at the bedroom door, their expressions oddly peculiar.

 

My heart raced, and embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave. I quickly pulled the sheets closer to my body, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. I exchanged a swift, alarmed glance with my partner, who, unlike me, seemed rather unfazed by the intrusion.

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