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One Bed

Author: Precious rose
last update publish date: 2026-04-09 23:31:58

Avery's POV

We left the venue right after. My rental car waited outside, but Wyatt asked to drive.

I gave him the keys and I walked around to the passenger side and got in.

The city lights slid past the windows as we pulled away. My hands rested loosely in my lap, my gaze fixed on the road ahead.

A few minutes in, his hand shifted off the steering wheel. His fingers laced through mine where they rested on my lap, and I didn’t pull away.

My thumb moved against his and his grip tightened just a f
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