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he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
For a moment, time slowed. Her heart felt like it was expanding in her chest, soaking up every second, every smile, every touch. This—this was everything she had dreamed of.
“I still can’t believe we’re here,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look around. “Our first home.”
“It’s not much yet,” Gabriel said, looking around at the sea of unopened boxes, the bare kitchen counters, the mattress still on the floor. “But we’ll build it. Together.”
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