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Chapter 127 - What Was That?

(LIAM'S POV)

Dinner was pure torture wrapped in elegance.

The dining room glowed under the soft flicker of candlelight. The long mahogany table was dressed like something out of a dream—pristine white linens, gleaming silverware, and plates piled with fragrant, perfectly cooked food. Soft jazz hummed in the background, low and sensual. The scent of garlic, herbs, and seared meat hung thick in the air.

Dylan and Roland sat across from me, wrapped in their own little world. They couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Roland leaned in close to Dylan, his lips brushing against his husband's ear as he whispered something I couldn't quite hear. Dylan's lips curved into a shy, affectionate smile. He whispered back, his voice velvet-soft, "You always know exactly what I need…" before pressing a slow, lingering kiss just below Roland's jaw.

My stomach twisted.

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