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HAYLEY’S P.O.V

The smell of breakfast was what woke me but it was the light streaming through the windows that had me sitting up in a flash- I was late.

“Relax,” I felt a hand on my shoulders as Jake gently guided me back into the bed. “You don’t have to rush anywhere.”

“But I’m late-”

“Your dad...