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The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting golden flickers across the room. Outside, the December night pressed cold against the windows, but inside the air was thick with warmth: wine, woodsmoke, and the quiet intimacy of two bodies long familiar yet still hungry for each other. Erica nestled deeper into John's chest, the soft blanket draped over them both. At forty-nine, she carried her curves with effortless grace: 5...