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Phillip and Standfast returned to the couple. Standfast stayed in the car while Phillip proceeded to show them their room.

Before they left the car, Donovan retrieved a fresh handkerchief from the glove compartment.

Later, Donovan and Boma stood silently in the luxurious hotel suite, their emotions a turbulent mix of love, longing, and uncertainty. The room, with its elegant decor, felt both intimate and imposing, reflecting the intensity of their relationship. Donovan closed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto hers, a silent promise of what was to come.

“Boma,” he said softly, stepping closer to her, his voice a deep, calming presence. “I want this night to be special, a memory to hold onto during our time apart.”

Boma’s heart raced, her breath quickening. She nodded, unable to find her voice. Donovan’s hand reached out, gently cupping her face, his thumb tracing the contour of her cheek. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her.

“Do you trust me?” he a