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She lowered her eyes and reluctantly smiled back at him. Until Hansen led her out of the electric car, she still had a surreal feeling. If it wasn't because of Hansen, she would have made a spectacle of herself. She probably wouldn't have been able to find the place as she was so distracted. In the living room of the Ink Garden, both the buildings and furniture were antique and in a retro style. The couch was luxurious yet practical. The middle of the couch consisted of several long cubes assembled together, with an openwork pattern etched into the back of the couch. The backrest of the couch was inlaid with gold and was in a mahogany wood color, which made it look noble and calming. The two

The walls were a matte obsidian paint and a long and large black couch crowded the front of the burning fireplace. I went ahead to dutifully clean the black mahogany desk and wide black leather armchair and dust the leather shelves and couch before brushing out dirt on the black royal rug in the middle of the room. I stood in front of the shelves housing the classic erotic books and I picked one out. Venus in furs. I wasn't supposed to be snooping through the Alpha's books, but I just went ahead and flipped through the first few pages. I was flipping through it, trying to grasp the storyline when the door to the study opened.

I sighed, leaning back against the wall. Cole smiled weakly and crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging alluringly. "I have a plan that might work, but it will take a few days to set in motion. In the meantime, I have something for you to read." He passed me a leather bound book before he turned his back on me and lay down on the couch, leaving me to stare after him. I looked down at the book once again before I entered my room and sank down on my bed, opening the weathered book carefully, flipping to a random page.

This one was further toward the back and much larger than the one where the flag pole was. “This is just another reason why I love this boat,” Carter said, stepping to the side so that I could see. “You won't find a better place to hang out and look at the stars.” There in the center of the deck, was a giant, circular couch. It was three times the size of the couch that I had in my apartment and appeared to be much more comfy. The cushions were overstuffed and inviting. It made me want to run over and cuddle up on it immediately.

"Both maybe?" "No... seriously. He left." "But why did you just guess his name?" "Because I've been trying to forget. It's been three years now." "Well, that's sad. What do you think of this couch? Are the animal prints cute in white and black?" "No. I think you should pick the other one," responded Kara, pointing at a black set of couches with two drawers on the side. "It's a sofa bed. It would look good." "Alright then. I got you here to do the choosing. I do the paying. Wait? Do they help take it to the cottage?"

Author's POV. Phoebe hopped on the couch like a child, she had been running around the apartment since they arrived, and Alpha Kingston was glad that she was in cheerful spirits. “This couch is pretty soft, what material do you think it's made of?” Phoebe questioned and lowered her knees on it. “I don't know, but I guess cotton,” Alpha Kingston replied and pressed his finger on it. He laid more comfortably on the couch and answered each of Phoebe's silly and tiring questions.

"Physical boundaries. Emotional boundaries. Geographic boundaries within this room." He pointed to the rug that divided the sleeping area from the sitting area. "That rug is the border. My side is the bed. Your side is... the rest." Cale looked at the rug. Then he looked at the chaise lounge in the corner. It was a fainting couch, designed for Victorian ladies in corsets, not for a six-foot-two man with shoulders like a linebacker. "I'll take the chaise," Cale said. "You can't fit on the chaise, Cale. Your legs will hang off."

“They’re going for cozy, but everything is overhead. It flattens the room. They need table lamps, or those low pendant lights over each booth.” I pointed subtly. “And the chairs? They’re too angular. Cozy means curves, stuff that looks like it’s hugging you back.” I caught Tessa’s tiny, satisfied smirk and pretended I didn’t. My voice sounded too natural. Too familiar. Like muscle memory warming up after months of refusing to move. “And that corner?” I said, nodding to the empty nook by the window. “Perfect for a reading seat. Wide chair, knitted throw, maybe a basket of books. People love the illusion of quiet.”

He takes my hand balances the four books on his other hand. We walk back to where the couch is at the private section and we take our seats on the couch. Blake sets the books on the coffee table in front of the couch and he picks up Twisted Love for himself and he hands me Twisted Games. He tells me to stand up and I do, he spreads his legs on the couch and tells me to sit between and rest my back on his chest.

Homey. There were no glinting chandeliers or polished marble floors. The space was low-lit, warm, and masculine. A dark leather couch dominated the living room, draped with a fleece throw that looked like it had been dragged off a bed. A punching bag hung in the corner beside a dartboard riddled with holes. The kitchen was neat, almost suspiciously so—counters scrubbed clean, cabinets bare except for protein powder and three unopened bottles of whiskey. But it was the small details that threw me. A stack of books slumped against the wall—wolf history texts, leadership manuals, and, bizarrely, a slim volume of poetry wedged between them like a guilty secret.