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Did you hear me?

作者: Bia
last update 公開日: 2026-04-25 23:41:05

Rose's POV

This time when he drew me in, it was with both arms around me, slow enough that I could have stopped him. My hands came up beneath his shirt without thinking, palms resting against the warm plane of his back. He held me close, not tight enough to pin, just enough to make my body remember that choosing to be held and being unable to move were not the same thing at all.

I rested my cheek against his chest and listened.

Heartbeat.

Breath.

The low simmer of the pot behind us.

The qu
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