TWENTY-TWO
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains as Enzo slowly awoke, feeling the gentle warmth of Camilla beside him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he experienced a sense of comfort that he never expected to find after a night of passion—a comfort that wrapped around him as tangibly as the sheets. In his memory, he'd always been accustomed to transient encounters, nights that blurred into nothingness. Rarely had a woman lingered in his thoughts, and even less so had any of them left him with such a profound sense of ease. He lay there for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of her chest with quiet wonder. Camilla's dark skin, soft and luminous in the early light, revealed every curve and gentle line as she slept, completely at peace. He recalled, with a pan
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