No Strings Attached

When was that, exactly?

Wasn't their first encounter in that alley?

When lan saw that she was finally asleep, he didn't disturb her tranquility. Instead, he tucked away his confusion deep within his heart.

The next morning, as Clara fluttered her eyelids open, the first sight that greeted her was lan's scruffy, bearded face, shadowed with dark circles under his eyes.

A pang of sympathy struck her, and she gently caressed the stubble. Her voice sounded raspy from sleep. "Honey, it's time for a shave."

lan looked down and kissed her forehead softly, asking in a whisper, "Would you stop loving me if I had a beard?"

Clara chuckled, "No, it's just... I'm not used to it."

"I'll shave in a bit. Does your wound still hurt?"

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murmured, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. As long as

to sit up but realized his arm had been pinned under Clara all

pinning Clara beneath him. Thankfully, his other arm braced their fall, sparing her wound from the impact.

the hospital

a pristine white coat, stood at the threshold, his gaze unblinkingly fixated on

not just pregnant but also injured, and here you are, all hot

shooting

even doctors should knock before

about Clara's pain and wanted to check on her. Plus, Sasha tasked me with a mission first thing in the morning to make sure I visited Clara and recorded a video

her wound can't be that bad, right?" Clara's cheeks flushed as she looked at him. "Ian just lost balance because

"I see. And here I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If that were the case, Sasha, that little firecracker,

from behind, "Since when

a firecracker, then what is she? The girl even snaps at me, yet she gets pushed around on

two start nesting together? Last I remembered, you