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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 the shift in their

she reached for the blanket, intending

his breath warm

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

already flushed with nerves, stared

fingertips gently traced her tear ducts. "Save that look

Stella could only manage

affection, before abruptly standing up

Stella noticed him deliberately pulling his shirt down, as if

headed down to the dining room for

minutes after her, wearing a robe, his hair still

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

like eating in

if food was

control the portions. She needed more

enough, once at the table, Stella started to eat

her,

his gaze. "Why are

on your second bowl

sighed internally. There it was - his usual mealtime

the nutrition I can get, so of course, I need to eat

paused, then smiled, amused. "Not a