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Aurora’s POV

I hadn’t moved since he left, still clutching onto the towel on my chest.

The warmth of Angelo’s breath still clung to my skin, like it hadn’t gotten the memo he was gone. My pulse was chaotic, confused, like the rest of me. He’d been close—too close. The way his voice dipped when he called my name. I had never noticed how anyone called my name until him. He made it sound so exotic, it practically rolled off his tongue. And, love? Why did he use that endearment? The first time he said it, my breath caught in my throat.

I was gawking at him, the tension in his jaw, the storm in his eyes. The way he looked at me, with lust and desire, all merged into one. It was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. He didn’t look at me with all of the anger I had grown accustomed to; he felt like a different person in that room, almost like the man I saw from across the restaurant. My heart was beating fast, and all the things I felt in that m
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