FREYA POVI rolled onto my side, pulling the duvet up to my chin. My eyes were still glued to the door, even after he had disappeared, and I found myself smiling.I know. It was a stupid smile. I couldn’t help it, and I definitely couldn't explain it. And fuck, it was about him—Steve.I was practically losing my mind over his behavior. The way he’d carried me, dimmed the lights, adjusted my pillows... it really hit that "baby girl" princess treatment side of me I didn't even know I had. I felt like something precious that needed to be guarded, not something broken that needed to be hidden.I didn't know when I finally drifted off, but the sleep was deep—the kind of heavy, dreamless sleep my body had been begging for.When I woke up, the room was still dark, but I felt a weight against my side. Something warm. I stiffened for a second, my heart jumping into my throat, before I felt that small, familiar leg wrapped over mine.
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