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CHAPTER 22- TANGLED IN BED WITH THE ENEMY

作者: NABI CD
last update 公開日: 2026-06-23 22:16:53

Liam stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at the bed like it was an opponent he didn’t know how to face.

“I’ll take the floor,” Liam said quickly, already moving toward the closet to grab extra blankets. “There should be enough here.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re both adults. It’s a big bed. We can share.”

Liam’s face heated. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”

Raphael leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching him with that calm, slightly
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