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Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

“The book is right over there, on the third shelf, with a blue spine. Help yourself while I grab my notes from the office. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll only be a minute.” I nodded, already drifting toward the shelves like a moth to flame. My fingers trailed over them, pulling out the book he’d mentioned. It was heavy. I sank onto the couch, flipping it open, the leather cool against my thighs. I lost myself for a moment in the book. True to his word, Dexter returned quickly, carrying a slim folder. He set it on the coffee table and dropped onto the couch beside me not too close, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.

Still, I take a gulp of mine before setting it on the bookcase next to me. “This is pretty cool.” Peter admires it while he walks around the space. Knox put in so many details when he made this place. He hung up pictures and put curtains on the little windows. There’s a small table with two chairs in one corner and a futon sofa you could lie down into a bed. Peter notices the futon and grabs the bottom. Then he pulls it out and flops down onto it before he gently pats the seat beside him. “Oh no, I didn’t get my cake.” I know better than to go over there with him.

I wake up in a bed I do not know, but it smells amazing. Jax's scent is everywhere around me, burying my face into the pillow. I breathe deeper. Its strong smell threatens to put me back to sleep. I'm taken aback by the softness. The blanket is fluffy and thick too, making me feel even more comfortable. Stretching and rolling over, I looked around me. This room is incredible. Its massive size with stunning stone grays and blacks accenting walls, a white couch. The curtains were drawn, the deep black blocking the sun like an eclipse, little lines of sun breaking through and dancing their way into the room. The bed I'm lying on is massive and has dark charcoal black sheets and pillows with a s

It was amusing how surprised she seemed. In the end, I gently pulled her towards the new product of SlumberLux. "Here it is," I said, presenting her with the new set of couches and mattresses to be launched next month. The couches and mattresses looked amazing, resembling fluffy clouds floating effortlessly in the sky. Made with the softest, most luxurious materials, the couches were large and plush, with billowing cushions. Their pristine white fabric glistened under the soft light, giving a sense of purity and serenity.

I have a very strong urge to lay down and run my fingers through it. He leads me into his living room, and points to one of the couches. I sat down, ignoring that he just told me to sit like a dog and I listened. He disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen, leaving me to look around his living room in awe. He had a lot of bookshelves. They were all made of dark, expensive looking wood, and were crammed with books, though I didn't recognize any of the titles. The tops of the shelves had small plants, a couple candles, and other small trinkets. There was a large flat screen TV in front of the couches, sitting atop a wooden TV stand that matched the bookshelves. The remotes were lined up

Why! I let my eyes dart around the room. It was classically perfect; decorated with beautiful, blue tapestried curtains. A television set stood close to the white painted walls; some tawny furnitures stood beside my bed: a reading desk, a chair and a bookshelf. I gave a cursory look at the only white couch sprinkled liberally with blue vibrant cushions. A rectangular frame on it caught my attention. Standing up, I ambled towards the couch and puffed as my eyes fell on a book. Picking the book from the couch I mumbled,

He's still asleep but i know he will be awake soon cause it's almost an hour. I sat on the couch and looked over at Mig sleeping peacefully on the floor. I smiled at how cute he looked even in his distressed state. 'Sleeping cutie' I muttered with a smile. I noticed a book right on the arm of the couch,it looks unfamiliar,i don't think i've ever seen it in the house. I picked it up and flipped the first page open, woah..it's a song book. I sat comfortable on the couch and continued reading it. Wha..t.

"No wonder she wanted a divorce. Nobody in the world would put up with that." I raised my hand for silence and turned my gaze to Adam, who looked like he might be sick. I pointed to a structural diagram of the couch on the screen. "The base of this couch was hollowed out. A hidden compartment was built into it, just large enough to fit an adult woman." Derek initiated a video call, and the feed switched to a live shot of my living room. On screen, a workman demonstrated the mechanism. One press of a concealed button on the armrest and the base of the couch slid open, revealing a storage space roughly four feet deep.

It was an invitation. "Everything okay?" Bill collapsed on the couch as he usually did. The couch was his pride and joy. It was a six- thousand dollar perfectly cushioned, dark brown, leather couch with two matching ottomans. He loved his couch. He saved up from several paychecks for it, and he and Rachel loved to watch sci-fi and old horror movies on it after work and sometimes on weekends. "Everything's good." Rachel grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. She was in shorts and had her bare feet crossed beneath her.