Emma's POV While I slept, I dreamed. I didn't usually dream, but this time it wasn't just any dream. It was that kind of dream. In it, I was walking through the kitchen wrapped in my bathrobe when a pair of hands slid around my waist. When I turned, those intense blue eyes were there, watching me. Slowly, carefully, his hands loosened the robe until it slipped from my shoulders, leaving me exposed beneath it. He kissed me, deep and unhurried, and I melted into him. My hands explored his arms as his mouth traced a warm path along my neck, sending shivers through me. Everything felt slow, intimate, overwhelming in the best way. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. Heat pooled low in my stomach. My breath came apart in soft sounds I barely recognized as my own. He guided me back toward the bed, laid me down gently, and hovered over me. I remember the weight of him, the closeness, the feeling of being completely seen. At some point I lifted my gaze and caught our refl
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