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Chapter Nineteen: The Morning After Nothing Happened

作者: Velour Venom
last update 公開日: 2026-08-28 07:24:19

Amelia woke warm.

That was the first thing she noticed.

The second was that she couldn’t move.

Her eyes opened slowly.

Ceiling.

Morning light.

Blanket.

An arm around her waist.

Another hand resting loosely around her ankle.

Amelia stared upward.

Oh.

Right.

She turned her head.

Dante was behind her.

At some point during the night, the careful arrangement of three separate sections of the sofa had completely collapsed. Amelia was curled against Dante’s chest, his arm draped around her middle, his
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