Chapter Twenty-Three
Bella's P.O.V. Sunlight poured through the window, painting the room gold. I stirred awake, surprised to find Jacob still beside me. My neck nestled beneath his chin, a soft embrace as I reclined on his chest. Our legs tangled like twirling vines while his arm enveloped me. I stole glances at him, captivated by his angelic features. Even in slumber, his charm shone bright. My hand bravely ventured from his waist to his stomach, contacting his sculpted six-pack. I had admired his abs before, but this was a unique experience. The warmth of his skin against mine sparked a delightful thrill. The intoxicating scent of his cologne lingered, wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. As my fingers grazed his abs, they felt like granite beneath my touch—solid and unyielding. Tracing the defined li
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