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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about me, I'll be fine. As long as you and the baby

pinned under Clara all night

and ended up collapsing back onto the bed, inadvertently pinning Clara beneath him. Thankfully, his other arm braced their fall, sparing her wound from the impact. The position, however, was

the hospital room door

in a pristine white coat, stood at the threshold,

pregnant but also injured, and here you

slowly rose, shooting Chase a

a rule that even doctors should knock before entering

and wanted to check on her. Plus, Sasha tasked me with a mission first thing in the morning to make sure I

Clara's looking better. I even caught them making out just now, so her wound can't

I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If that were the

behind, "Since when did Sasha get

gunpowder. If she's not like a firecracker, then what is she? The girl even snaps

when did you two start nesting together? Last I remembered,