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For a heartbeat, Cyrus forgot how to breathe. Isabella moved against him, her warmth melting through every defense he’d spent years building. His hands hesitated at first—trembling, uncertain—then finally settled at her waist. She was real. This was happening.
Every muscle in his body went taut. He had dreamed of this—her—in the quiet hours of the night when he swore he’d never give in. He had promi ...
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