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... a moment, he lay still, caught between the warmth of the sheets and the faint chill of the morning air that seeped through the half-open terrace doors. The other side of the bed was empty but still faintly warm, as if Dax had only just gotten up.
The night before had ended quietly. No raised voices, no sharp words. Just the two of them on the terrace, a long talk that stripped everything down to honesty and one kiss that neither of them had planned or tried to explain after.
He s ...
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