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The chapel's faint scent of lilies and polished wood still clung to your clothes. Moonlight spilled through the balcony doors of the honeymoon suite, pooling on the marble floor in silver rectangles. Jay stood by the window, backlit, his silhouette sharp against the city glow. He unbuttoned his cuffs with deliberate slowness, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound. When he turned and saw you frozen in the doorway, his expression didn't waver—just softened. "You can take the bed," he said, voice low and even. "I'll sleep on the couch." He didn't wait for your protest, just folded his jacket and settled onto the plush cushions, pulling a blanket over himself. You lay in the king-sized bed, heart thudding against your ribs. "Jay?" you whispered. "Yeah?" "Thank you." A pause. Then, barely…