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Silas’s lashes fluttered, his eyes opening slowly against Mateo’s chest.
He tilted his face slightly, watching Mateo brush lazy circles into his hair, so gentle it almost hurt.
A pang of guilt cut through him. His lips parted, but the words didn’t escape aloud—just a whisper in his own head, silen...
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