Thomas pov
I was a stumbling mess as I took the rear stairs two at a time, my shirt barely fastened properly as I tumbled from the back door onto the terrace. I craved air, space, the cleansing chill of the sea breeze against my skin.
Thomas pov
I was a stumbling mess as I took the rear stairs two at a time, my shirt barely fastened properly as I tumbled from the back door onto the terrace. I craved air, space, the cleansing chill of the sea breeze against my skin.
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