“Azeer?” As he stirs awake and turns, his voice becomes groggy and disoriented. “What’s wrong?” He checks the time, and when he sees that I’m wide awake and smiling, he groans and falls back onto his pillows. “Why aren’t you sleeping, Nuisance?” “Because I wanted to talk to you, Asseer,” I say, keeping my voice low as I flip onto my stomach and situate my face in my palms. Azeer sighs and gazes at me, folding his arm under his head. “Speak,” he says. “Do you actually love me?” “I knew your ass was going to pester me about this.” “It’s just a question.” He closes his eyes in response to my
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