I lift my eyes to where the sun is beginning to rise above the treeline. Pastel pinks and soft blues tint the sky, making everything resemble a watercolor painting. The tea warms my palms and when I gingerly take a sip I start to think this early morning stuff might not be too bad. Peach Hollow has always been a place of peace for me, but in quiet moments like this, the feeling is magnified. The sound of leaves crunching draws my eyes away from the sky. My breath catches in my throat when I see Adrian running toward his own back deck. His head is down, so he doesn’t see me snuggled up here. As
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