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Sixty-Nine

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Alexis

My stomach growled loudly, the sound so fierce it could have been mistaken for a bear in the room. I froze for a second, hoping Alex hadn’t noticed, but I knew I was doomed when he looked up with a sly grin.

“Is that you, or did a motorcycle just drive through here?” Alex asked. The mock seriousness in his tone made me laugh despite myself.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “I haven’t eaten all day, okay?”

He leaned forward, and his smirk grew wider. “Well, we can’t let you starve, can we? That would be tragic.”

“We can’t go out. Byron has eyes everywhere. Coming here was a risk.”

Alex's dark eyes gleamed with mischief. “Why not? It’s not like we’re headed to a five-star hotel. You’re hungry. I’m here. Let’s not overthink it.”

Reluctantly, I agreed. Hunger always won. We ended up at an Italian rustic restaurant tucked into a quiet street corner. The faded letters of the wooden sign above the door read Trattoria Bella.

Inside, fresh basil, garlic, and warm bread filled the a
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