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88. GIULI

Author: Archnemesis
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-08 23:20:36

The fire had died down to a soft hum in the hearth. Embers crackled like whispered confessions. The only light came from that amber glow, casting shadows across the wood-paneled walls and flickering against Matteo’s bare chest as he stood in front of me.

Sofia had fallen asleep hours ago, tucked beneath layers of warmth. Enzo too who is curled up like a boy again in the treehouse that watched over the woods. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, it was just me and Matteo.

And silence. The kind of silence that wasn't empty but full. Full of unsaid things. Full of heat.

He leaned on the wall across me, arms crossed, eyes trailing slowly over my body like I was a vision he’d dreamed too many nights to count. His voice was low, thick, like honey over smoke.

"Look at you…" he murmured. "Wrapped in shadows. My favorite fucking kind of art."

I bit my lower lip, breath catching. I was still in his flannel shirt, bare beneath it. His scent clung to me. Pine, tobacco, and storm. My b
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