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Chapter 16

Author: Gracey Margaret
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-13 23:32:31

Was it wrong that a tiny part of Chelle was grateful for the infestation in her old apartment? Of course it was. She knew that the moment consciousness settled fully into her body. Still, as she sat up and stretched beneath the weightless warmth of a king-size bed that felt like it had been designed to worship sleep itself, guilt barely stood a chance. The sheets were impossibly soft, the kind that slid over her skin like water, whisper-quiet and cool despite the morning heat. Every movement sent a ripple of comfort through her muscles, easing tensions she hadn’t even realized she carried.

This bed alone could convert a person to luxury.

Chelle leaned back against the mountain of pillows—memory foam, she realized, the expensive kind that adapted to her shape instead of fighting it. Her old mattress at the apartment sagged in the middle and squeaked a bit whenever she turned. This one didn’t make a sound, as if even noise had been priced out of existence here.

The room itself was vast
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    Chapter 19Simon stepped into the apartment and stopped short.“Pawson?” he called.Footsteps answered him. Soft. Unhurried.Chelle appeared at the far end of the hallway, light catching on bare shoulders, the dress hugging her like it had been made with her in mind. For a second, the world seemed to narrow just her moving toward him, each step deliberate, almost ceremonial.Simon forgot how to breathe.He reached out without thinking. Chelle slipped her hand into his, warm and steady.“Your team did a great job,” she said, eyes tracing his face. “Look at me.”He smiled, a little shy, a little proud. “They just brought out what was already there.” He squeezed her fingers. “You were already beautiful.”Her cheeks warmed. “You always know what to say.” She looked him over, slow and appreciative. “You clean up nice too.”“I always look good, Pawson.”She laughed, shaking her head. “Can you just take a compliment and stop being a dick?”They were still smiling when they stepped into the c

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