Bella The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and golden, painting our bedroom in soft hues. I woke slowly, stretching lazily in the bed, my body still humming from the night before. It had been a few weeks since Alex and I had truly reconnected not just physically, but emotionally, in the way that mattered most.The hospital scare with Amie had shaken me to my core, but it had also forced me to confront how much I had been pushing him away out of fear. Therapy had helped. His patience had helped. And slowly, I was learning to trust again in him, in us, in the future we were building.I turned to find Alex already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with that soft, loving look that always made my heart skip. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare hip under the sheet.“Good afternoon, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me. The kiss was slow and deep, full of quiet promise. I melted into him, my hand sliding up his chest, savoring the warmth of his
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