This chapter is dedicated to Christine_Goh_9109. Hey Christine, thanks for the golden ticket.
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When morning came, the sweet scent of roses filled Harlow's nostrils again and she inhaled deeply. But that wasn't all, she could feel something like an electric spark all over her body. She stretched against the soft sheets, turning to the side only to be greeted by the man on the bed with her.
"Good morning Villian." Her eyes flung open at the sound of his voice. As she sat up, she felt a certain pain down there.
So last night wasn't a dream after all? Harlow thought. She couldn't believe it.
"How was your night?" Alanis asked still kissing her all over. He looked so happy, like someone who had just won a medal.
"P... Perfect." She said hesitantly a little shocked he was still on the bed with her. In her previous life, after their first night together, she had woken up alone. She had been heartbroken, but still hopeful he would return since they'd shared a bed together.
