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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.

fully processed

blanket, intending to pull it over

closer, his breath

if he'd been holding back for years, finally giving in to the moment. His longing was palpable, a mix of desire and remembrance.

stared at him with wide,

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

could only

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

left, Stella noticed him deliberately pulling his

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

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

downstairs, he frowned. "Why are you down here? You could have had dinner brought to

didn't like eating

was sent

She needed more nutrition,

the table, Stella started to

her, a silent

caught his gaze.

on your second bowl

was

I need all the nutrition I can get,

then smiled, amused.