"That I fumbled your heart
Should've let go of my past for you, damn
You did everything I asked of you
Traveled cross country if I asked you to
But I'm just bad for you
I fumbled your heart"
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Long ass chapter
Epilogue Part 2.. Part 3 is the final
Solea woke up to the soft glow of the morning light spilling into the room, her hand instinctively reaching for Sante' beside her. But her fingers brushed against cool sheets, and she frowned, missing the familiar warmth of his body. It wasn't like him to leave the bed without pulling her close, his strong arms usually wrapping around her, pulling her into his chest the moment he felt her stir.
She stretched lazily, her body craving his presence. Just as she was about to call his name, the sound of the shower shutting off made her pause. A slow smile crept onto her face as she leaned back on the pillows, waiting.
"Sante'?" she called out, her voice soft, laced with the remnants of sleep.
The bathroom door opened, steam pouring out around him like a thick mist, and there he was, standing in nothing but a pair of black joggers slung dangerously low on his hips. His chest was still damp, beads of water sliding down his skin, tracing the sharp ridges of his defined abs. Her eyes couldn't help but linger, trailing from the firm muscles of his torso to the subtle bulge beneath the waistband. She bit her lip, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, her thoughts betraying her.
Sante' caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You good, baby?" he asked, his deep voice laced with amusement.
Solea let out a giggle, trying to shake off her embarrassment. "I mean, you're the one walking around looking like that" she joked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm only human."
He chuckled, his smirk widening. "Oh, is that right?" Without warning, Sante' lunged toward the bed, crawling over her as she let out a playful squeal, trying to scoot away. But he was too fast, his strong hands finding her sides and tickling her mercilessly.
"Sante'! Stop, oh my God!" she laughed breathlessly, squirming under him as she tried to escape his grasp.
"Mm, I don't think so" he growled playfully, his hands moving faster, sending her into fits of laughter.
After what felt like minutes of playful torture, he finally stopped, hovering above her, his forearms resting on either side of her head, caging her in beneath him. Their laughter faded into the comfortable silence of the room, replaced by the sound of their slowed breathing. His face was close, his dark eyes filled with something deep, something intense.
Solea caught her breath, blinking up at him as his gaze softened, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. He wasn't just looking at her—he was seeing her. Every part of her. And it made her heart swell.
"What's with these long gazes, Papa?" she asked softly, her hand coming up to rub his jaw tenderly. It was a teasing question, but her voice held a certain weight, knowing that something was on his mind.
