The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the glass windows. I stirred, blinking sleepily at the clock on the nightstand. Two hours had passed since I’d collapsed against Joaquin’s chest, utterly spent, his warmth lulling me into the deepest sleep I’d had in months.“Awake?” his low voice murmured against my hair.I shifted, startled to find him still awake, propped on one elbow, watching me.“Barely,” I whispered, pulling the blanket higher over my bare chest.He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Shy now? After everything?”I swatted at him with my free hand, face burning. “It was my first time, you jerk! Of course I’m shy.”His laughter deepened, soft and rich, curling through me. He leaned down, kissing my temple, my cheek, and finally my lips, slow and coaxing until I melted against him all over again.I sighed into his mouth, my arms sliding around his neck. But when I shifted, my hand brushed something hard beneath the sheets. I froze, realiz
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