She dragged herself out of bed, grabbing a large t-shirt from the floor and pulling it over her head. She padded barefoot into the living room. The space was cluttered but cozy—filled with stacks of books, half-finished paintings, and the remnants of last night's takeout.
Liz sighed, a long, exaggerated exhale that ruffled the sheets. She flipped onto her back, her dark hair a chaotic halo around her head. She stared at the ceiling, then turned her gaze to Julian. He was grinning, that crooked, infuriatingly charming grin that had gotten her into this messy situation in the first place. wakeupnfuck liz ocean
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