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Chapter Twenty One
Wyatt I followed Byron back into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. When I shut the door and he would have set her down on her feet, she made an adorable sound of protest and tugged on his neck. “Bed,” she murmured. He smiled and complied, setting her gently into the center of the bed. “Mmmm, aren’t you coming?” she said sleepily, blinking at us. I lowered myself onto my side of the bed. I was starving. We had missed breakfast and lunch, and my stomach was rumbling. But Bella was looking at me with that sweet pleading look, and I couldn’t deny her. God help me, I was like putty in her hands. I would have fasted for forty days just to lay beside her. I stripped off my shirt and pulled back the covers. However, when I sank beside her I got a whiff of Byron’s shirt.
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