Cara woke to the sound of rain still hitting the windows, softer now but steady. The storm hadn’t passed. Eli’s arm was heavy across her waist, his chest warm against her back. She lay there for a long minute, heart beating too fast, feeling the solid weight of him. Nine years alone in this place and he slept like someone who finally had something to hold onto.*What the hell am I doing? I should slip out. Make coffee. Pretend last night was just the storm.*But she didn’t move. She turned slowly in his arms instead. His eyes were already open, watching her. That quiet intensity that made her stomach twist.“Morning,” he said, voice rough from sleep.She didn’t answer with words. Just leaned in and kissed him. Slow at first. Testing. Then deeper when he kissed her back, hand sliding into her hair. The kiss turned hungry fast. Like neither of them had gotten enough last night. Like they might never get enough.His hand moved down her body, rough palm on her skin. She shivered. Pressed
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