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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,

leaned in closer, his breath warm against her

was with a profound tenderness, as if he'd been holding back for years, finally giving in to the moment. His longing was palpable,

already flushed with nerves, stared

gently traced her tear ducts. "Save that

a bit dazed, Stella could only manage a

sighed, a mix of frustration and affection, before abruptly

Stella noticed him deliberately pulling his shirt

headed down to the dining room

yet, arriving about ten minutes after her, wearing a

could

eating in her

food was

likely control the portions. She needed more nutrition, especially

enough, once at the table, Stella started to eat

watched her, a

caught his gaze.

your second bowl

it was - his usual

I can get, so of course, I

smiled, amused. "Not a bad