Ivonne's POV The rest of the night felt like a fragile kind of peace… the kind you don’t fully trust, but you cling to anyway because it’s all you have.I didn’t realize when my breathing finally evened out or when the tight knot in my chest slowly began to loosen, but at some point, Hector guided me to the bed, his arms still wrapped securely around me like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.“Come here,” he murmured softly, brushing his lips against my temple as he pulled me down with him.I didn’t argue.I didn’t have the strength to.I just sank into him, letting his warmth surround me, letting his scent—familiar, grounding, mine—wrap around my senses until everything else faded into the background.For a while, neither of us spoke.We just lay there in silence, tangled together, breathing the same air.Then his fingers started tracing slow circles on my back, soothing, steady, almost hypnotic.“You’re still shaking,” he whispered.“I’m not,” I muttered weakly, even tho
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