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~Velma’s POV
Dylan’s voice cut through the quiet tension of the studio again, a mixture of apology and awkwardness in his tone. “I… I didn’t realize you two were busy,” he said, clearly dumbfounded by what he had just walked into. His eyes flicked between us one last time, and then, almost reluctantly, he turned and left, the soft click of the door marking his departure.
I exhaled slowly, the tension in my chest easing just a little. Theron’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as he looked at me. “Well,” he said, his tone calm and amused, “I think we can continue from where we stopped.”
I rolled my eyes playfully, a small laugh escaping me. “At this rate, Dylan will have a heart attack soon,” I whispered, brushing my hand lightly across his chest.
He chuckled softly, leaning
