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97: Diamonds On The Sea
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2025-05-10 07:01:25The night wore on, stars scattered above them like spilled diamonds, while the music shifted from elegant jazz to something sultrier—low, heady beats that vibrated through the deck like a heartbeat.
The kind of music that made people do impulsive, expensive things.The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and champagne, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses mingling with the occasional sharp bark of an expensive heel tapping the marble floors.Maria had kicked off her heels and was now lounging barefoot, her feet resting in Luca’s lap after he’d returned from the poker table.His palm moved slowly along her calves, thumb pressing into the arch of her foot with quiet reverence, like a man discovering a hidden treasure, though the rest of the world might have considered her just another beautiful, wealthy woman.“You’re staring,” she said without opening her eyes, voice soft, laced with a teasing tone.“You’re glowing
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