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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.

still hadn't fully processed the shift

she reached for the blanket, intending to pull it

closer, his

finally giving in to the moment. His

stared at

ducts. "Save that look for

Stella could

and affection, before abruptly

pulling his

that evening, feeling somewhat better, Stella headed down to the dining room

come down yet, arriving about ten minutes after her, wearing a robe, his hair

already downstairs, he frowned. "Why are you down here? You could have had dinner brought to your room." "I wanted to

eating in her

was sent up,

control the portions. She needed more

enough, once at the table, Stella

watched her,

caught his gaze. "Why are

on your

it was - his

nutrition I can get, so of course, I need

then smiled, amused. "Not a