Se connecter“We missed all of you!” he chimed cheerfully. “We missed you too, buddy,” Dino called out, stepping forward with a wide, excited grin. “We even built hammocks and a treehouse at the orchard. You should check them out later.” “Yey! We have a treehouse and hammock!” Atlas’s face lit up instantly,
Four years later— The convoy slowed as it entered Sta. Cristina, the once-quiet town now alive with movement and color. Gone were the uneven dirt roads. In their place stretched smooth pathways that wound through thriving fields—rows upon rows of crops swaying beneath the sun, their greens deeper,
The wedding celebration slowly softened as the sun dipped behind the mountains of Sta. Cristina. Laughter still lingered in the front yard of the humble Greene home—warm, unrestrained, filled with the joy of a union long awaited. But somewhere between the laughter and the fading light—Cassie and A
A breath. “Every day.” Her smile deepened through her tears. “Every lifetime.” Their gazes remained locked—quiet, unwavering—despite the swell of applause rising around them. It filled the chapel, warm and thunderous, echoing against the wooden walls. Pride shone in the men’s eyes, steady and u
"Cassie…” His voice came out quieter than anyone had ever heard it—stripped of authority, stripped of control. Just Ashton. Just a man standing before the woman he loved. After her slow, soulful walk toward him… after Eliseo and Celia had gently, tearfully placed her hand in his— He held her now.
Cassie allowed herself to be pulled forward, though her expression remained stunned, her mind still trying to grasp the sheer extravagance hidden beneath what she thought was simplicity. Behind her, Eliseo and Carmel exchanged a glance. Then, almost in unison, their gazes drifted back to the gown.
A few days had passed since their last encounter—and since the dream that had left Cassie shaken and unsettled, she had not seen Ashton even once. His absence brought her a sense of relief, as though distance could dull the intensity of what her mind had conjured. She had no idea how she would fac
When his mouth reached my neck, I gasped, fingers curling into the sheets as he covered me with lingering, insistent kisses. Then his lips found mine. The kiss was hungry, consuming, his mouth claiming mine as if he intended to leave no doubt of his presence. I moaned helplessly when he drew my br
A feverish heat swept through my body as fervent, demanding kisses claimed my half-parted lips as a familiar figure hovered above me. I could feel his weight pinning me. Those kisses stole my breath, left me dizzy—overwhelmed—yet aching for more, as though my body already understood this language l
“Suit yourself.” He gestured lazily toward my plate, as if my outburst hadn’t happened at all. I rolled my eyes and set my utensils down, finally conceding the obvious truth: he had no intention of leaving, and whatever peace I’d hoped for during this meal was already lost. “I was only trying to c







