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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

reached for the blanket,

Ronald leaned in closer, his breath warm against her

holding back for years, finally giving in to the moment. His longing was palpable, a mix of desire and remembrance. Just as things were about to escalate, Ronald suddenly

stared

ducts. "Save

Stella could only manage

sighed, a mix of frustration and affection, before abruptly standing up and leaving without

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

that evening, feeling somewhat better, Stella headed down to

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

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

like eating in

food was

She needed

at the table, Stella started

watched her, a

gaze.

on your second

was - his

I need all the nutrition I can get, so of course, I need

paused, then smiled, amused.