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ELEANOR
It was the day off, and the house was filled with the soft glow of twinkling lights and the faint sound of carols playing in the background.
I had just stepped out of the shower, the steam trailing behind me as I wrapped herself in a plush, white towel. My skin was warm and slightly damp, and I felt a serene contentment as I moved toward my bedroom.
I was so tired that I just wanted to get in my bed and pass out.
As I opened the door, my breath caught at the sight of Dante sprawled on my bed, his lean frame relaxed against the pillows. His hairs were messy and he was in his sweatpants and a black shirt.
He looked up, a playful grin spreading across his face as our eyes met.
“Enjoy your shower?”
he asked, his voice a deep, comforting rumble.
“Didn’t expect to f
