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chapter twenty-three:

plot twist

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billie woke up slowly, her eyes fluttering open as the soft morning light crept through the curtains. the first thing she felt was the warmth of madigan beside her, their bodies tangled under the sheets. billie smiled, her heart swelling with the kind of happiness she hadn't felt in a long time. madigan was still asleep, her face peaceful and relaxed, lips slightly parted as she breathed quietly.

billie lay there for a moment, not wanting to move, just watching her. she couldn't help but stare, completely mesmerized by the girl lying beside her. madigan's hair was splayed out across the pillow, a mess of soft strands that billie loved running her fingers through. she gently brushed a few away from her face, careful not to wake her, and just gazed at her in awe.

her eyes drifted to madigan's face—those lips, slightly swollen from the night before, soft and inviting. billie smiled as she thought of how much she loved kissing them, how they curved when madigan smiled, or how they twisted when she was annoyed or deep in thought. she loved the way madigan's nose crinkled when she laughed, the way her freckles danced across her cheeks, faint but perfect. she loved her eyes, too—those deep, thoughtful eyes that always seemed to be hiding something just beneath the surface, like they could see right through her. and when madigan looked at her with that soft, vulnerable expression, billie felt like she was falling deeper in love every time.

then there was the rest of her, and billie couldn't help but let her gaze roam. madigan's neck, where billie had pressed kisses the night before, was still a little flushed. her shoulders, her arms, her hands—billie loved the way they felt wrapped around her, holding her tight, like madigan never wanted to let go. the curve of her waist, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed—all of it was perfect to billie. every inch of madigan felt like it belonged to her, and the thought made her heart race in the best way possible.

billie smiled to herself, feeling a surge of affection that she couldn't contain. she couldn't believe this was real, that madigan was here, in her bed, with her. she loved everything about her—her laugh, her stubbornness, the way she could be so serious one moment and completely goofy the next. she loved how she challenged billie, how she never treated her like a celebrity but just as billie.

slowly, and with infinite care, billie shifted madigan's sleeping form, guiding her so that her head rested on billie's shoulder, her body draped over billie's chest. madigan let out a soft, contented sigh in her sleep, nuzzling closer without waking. billie smiled, her heart melting at how naturally madigan fit against her. she wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in a little tighter, her hand instinctively sliding up to run through madigan's hair.

her fingers traced lazy patterns through the soft strands, and she couldn't stop thinking about how lucky she felt. this girl, who was so fiercely independent, who didn't care about billie's fame, who challenged her in ways no one else did—this girl was hers. and as billie looked down at her, she realized just how deep her feelings ran. it wasn't just attraction or infatuation anymore; she was head over heels in love with madigan.