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    As she sat down, the shirt rode up even higher, and Cole immediately confirmed she had indeed foregone any underwear. Did she truly understand what presenting herself this way before a man might suggest?

    Just as his imagination threatened to spiralpletely out of control, Elliana suddenly hurled the towel directly at his face and scolded him again, “Pervert!” Taking advantage of his momentary distraction as he caught the towel, she quickly scrambled into bed and burrowed beneath the covers, preparing for sleep.

    Cole removed the towel from his face and casually draped it over the back of a nearby chair. After a brief pause, he retrieved a hairdryer from the drawer, approached the bed, and spoke with gentle concern. “You should dry your hair before sleeping, or you will catch a cold.”

    “No,” Elliana refused firmly with her eyes remaining closed.

    Cole studied her delicate features, then carefully helped her sit upright and began drying her hair himself.

    Her hair was thick and silky, and he found himselfpletely captivated, patiently working through each section with meticulous care.

    Elliana quietly surrendered to the tender moment.

    Once her hair had driedpletely, Cole rose to return the hairdryer to its ce, and Ellianay back on the bed, curling her slender form beneath the protective covers.

    Despite the oppressive summer heat outside, the room’s air conditioning maintained perfectfort.

    After cing the hairdryer back in the drawer, Cole turned his attention to Elliana. She hadn’t requested his departure, so he saw no reason to leave. After a contemtive moment, he returned to the bed, lifted the covers, and positioned himself beside her.

    Seeing still no protest from her, he reached out and pulled her gently into his arms. His hand crept under the hem of her shirt—softly, curiously. And then he knew for sure. She wasn’t wearing a thing underneath.

    “Ah!” Elliana jumped slightly, startled by his touch. She caught his hand with a mock re. “Cole! You devil—what do you think you’re doing?”

    He didn’t let go. Instead, he drew her closer, his voice low and husky. “You showered in my bathroom. You’re wearing my shirt, sleeping in my bed, and not a stitch on underneath…”

    His hand gave her rear a yful squeeze. “If I don’t do anything right now, wouldn’t you start wondering if I’m even a man?”

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    Elliana let out a breathyugh, and then she kissed him—slow, intentional. When their lips parted, she looked up at him, eyes shining, and said, “Cole, let’s have a baby.”

    The words hit him like a thunderp. He froze. This woman—who had always kept the brakes on, who had tiptoed around the idea of sex like it was a cliff’s edge—was now saying she wanted a baby? Wasn’t that skipping a few steps?

    Still, if it was a leap, it was one he’d been dying to make. She wanted a baby with him. That thought alone made his heart swell in ways he couldn’t exin. But reality had a cruel way of chiming in—they were divorced now. Wasn’t this all a little backward? How perfect it would’ve been if this moment hade before they secured those divorce certificates.

    He leaned in and kissed her, soft and slow. When he pulled back, he asked in a voice just above a whisper, “Are you really sure?”

    “Yeah. I’m certain,” Elliana said with a firm nod. Then, after a brief pause, her voice softened. “I’m scared. Scared that if one day you forget me and no longer like the kind of woman I am, I won’t be able to win your heart again, no matter how hard I try. So, I thought, maybe if we had a child, it could give me a reason to get close to you.”

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