Syliva woke up alone. She did not complain, she expected it anyway. She stretched her body in the soft sheets. She expected her body to be sore but nothing happened. Her muscles moved with ease. Her toes curled. The sun rose as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. She chuckled softly as she nuzzled a pillow. It was Xander’s pillow without a doubt. The scent was musky and less aggressive than Xavier’s in a way. Somehow, she expected the twins to share the same scent as they shared the same face. But, it was not the case. Both were two different persons in every way.

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