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CHAPTER 165: You Didn’t Come After Ten

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CAMILA

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I didn’t remember falling asleep.

One minute I was pacing the room in circles, trying not to let my brain spiral into another black hole of what ifs, and the next… nothing.

Just warmth.

Heavy warmth behind me. A firm chest, the steady rise and fall of breath against my spine. An arm lazily slung around my waist. A thumb brushing slow circles over the thin fabric of my shirt.

It was the soft drag of his knuckles against my stomach that pulled me from whatever dreamless abyss I’d slipped into.

I blinked, disoriented for a moment, my cheek stuck to the pillow and my mouth dry. The room was dark, lit only by the dying fire and the weak yellowish glow of the bedside lamp Ethan must’ve turned on. I wasn’t even sure what time it was. The clock on the wall blinked 12:07, but it didn’t feel like midnight. It felt like I’d stepped into a bubble where time didn’t really move—just kind of stretched and flexed around me.

Ethan was warm behind me.

His breath touched the back of
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