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Chapter 17

Author: Silverfox
last update publish date: 2026-05-10 05:19:10

~~Oriana's Pov~~

I woke up and the first thing that came back to me was that one second.

His eyes dropping to my mouth.

Just that. One second and then gone. Like it hadn’t happened. Like he hadn’t stood there close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him and then sent me to bed like a gentleman, which honestly was both the right thing to do and also somehow the most frustrating thing he had ever done.

I lay there staring at the ceiling.

My chest felt different this morning.

Lighter,
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