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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: THE DECISION

Author: Bara
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-15 00:02:22

Lena’s POV

The morning light slips through the heavy curtains.

I move around to find the bed empty. Dante is already up, he’s at the edge of the bed, shirt half on.

I reach for him before I think better of it. My hands wrap around him from behind. Already ready for round two.

He stills, but doesn’t pull away.

“Not this morning, Tesoro.” He says, his voice low.

I move closer. “Come on, just a little.”

“No,” he says. “We did more than enough last night.” He stands up. “You should
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