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Stranger in room 302 (III)

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Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-02 19:19:39

The rain had returned.

It hummed softly against the hotel window, a gentle percussion that filled the silence between them. Nina stood barefoot near the glass, wrapped in one of the plush robes Callum had offered her. Her coffee had gone cold. She hadn’t taken a sip.

Behind her, he was quiet. Still in bed, still watching her with the kind of focus that made her skin prickle, even fully covered.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured.

She didn’t turn. “It’s morning.”

“Mm. Unfortunately.”

“We were supposed to be done by now.”

He sat up. “Are we?”

Her grip tightened around the ceramic mug.

“I don’t know what this is,” she said.

“It doesn’t have to be anything.”

His voice was gentle. She could hear the hesitation in it, the way he was already bracing himself for her to walk. She couldn’t blame him. That had been her plan, too.

But now she’d shared a bed. Shared her body. And maybe more terrifyingly, shared something fragile, unspoken. A desire to feel again.

She finally turned to face hi

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