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ELEANOR
I slowly blinked awake, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
I felt a familiar warmth beside me and turned my head slightly to see Dante sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
My cheeks flushed a deep pink as the memories of the previous night came rushing back—every touch, every gasp, every whispered word of desire. I felt the heat rise in my face, and I quickly covered it with my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment and excitement.
Still, a smile tugged at my lips as I snuggled closer to him, wrapping my arm around his neck, my face pressing gently against his shoulder.
I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, a mixture of cologne, sweat, and something uniquely Dante. I closed my eyes, tryi
