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Chapter 113. In Your Arms

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Reese POV

The sheets were still warm where our bodies met, my head nestled on Elliot’s chest, the steady thump of his heart against my ear. His arms wrapped around me, one hand tracing slow circles on my lower back, the other resting on the curve of my hip.

The room was cloaked in silence, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand, reminding me Sammy and Avie were sleeping soundly down the hall. I wanted to freeze that moment — us like this, bare, entwined, as if the world outside, with its venom and humiliations, couldn’t touch us.

“You okay?” Elliot asked, his husky voice cutting through the quiet, a hint of worry tucked into the lightness. He tilted his head, trying to catch my face in the dimness.

I looked up at him, his features softened by the faint light slipping through the curtains. “Why do you ask?” I countered, a half-smile tugging at my lips as I tried to keep things easy.

He chuckled low, his fingers sliding through my brown hair, mussing it gently. “Y
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Absolutely heartwarming. Reese finally embraced hr love for Elliott n it was beautifully genuine. In his arms she found hr true self n d peace she been longing for. Eager to c how their love story unfolds esp wen she reveals d truth about Avie. They deserve their happily ever after.
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