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"How about we grab some hot wings instead?"

Before the man could finish his sentence, Stella chimed in.

Back in the day, whenever the weather turned particularly chilly, she and Susanna would always hit up their favorite spot for hot wings. Ronald tapped her forehead gently. "You think that's a good idea right now?"

Stella pouted. "Alright, then."

She was still nursing some injuries, and given where they were, spicy food was definitely off the menu.

Ronald leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers as he felt her temperature. "You're still not quite stable."

Instinctively, Stella stepped back, lost her balance, and ended up sprawled across the bed.

Ronald raised an eyebrow "What's this supposed to mean, Star?"

Stella's face froze.

"I, uh, I just lost my balance."

Oh, this was maddening. The way she lay there, it almost seemed like an invitation.

But it really wasn't!

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, recalling everything that had happened since last night. It all felt like a dream.

hadn't fully processed the shift in their

reached for the blanket,

in closer, his

years, finally giving in to the moment. His longing was palpable, a mix of desire and remembrance. Just as things were

flushed with nerves, stared at him with

gently traced her tear ducts. "Save that look for me in the

Stella could

affection, before abruptly standing

he left, Stella noticed him deliberately pulling his shirt down, as if trying

better, Stella headed down to the dining room

her, wearing a robe, his hair still damp

are you down here? You could

didn't like eating in her

was sent

likely control the portions. She needed more nutrition,

the table,

her, a silent

gaze. "Why are

your second bowl

it was - his usual

I can get, so of course, I

amused. "Not