The Morning He Chose Her
--- Episode 22 Morning light slipped quietly through the curtains, pale gold and gentle. Evelyn stirred first. Her body felt different — tender, warm, slightly sore in places that made her cheeks heat with memory. For a second she didn’t move, just lay there, replaying the night in fragments. His hands. His voice. The way he said her name like it meant everything. She turned slightly— And froze. Dominic wasn’t beside her. The sheets were cool where he had been. Her heart fluttered nervously until she heard movement in the bathroom. Water running. A drawer opening. Soft footsteps. Then he came out. Barefoot. Hair slightly messy. Shirt loosely buttoned. And carrying a small towel. He didn’t notice she was awake yet. His eyes moved to the bed. To the sheets. To the faint, u
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