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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

she reached for the blanket, intending to

his

if he'd been holding back for years, finally giving in to the

already flushed with nerves, stared at him with

her tear ducts. "Save that look for

Stella could only manage a

affection, before abruptly standing up and leaving without another

his

headed down to the

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

could have had dinner brought to your room."

eating in

if food was

likely control the portions. She

at the table, Stella

watched her,

his gaze.

your second

it was -

nutrition I can

amused.