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86. Sunlit Smiles and Stolen Kisses

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Reese POV

The midday sun was perfect at the park, a warm glow that made the tree leaves shimmer in vivid green. Me, Elliot, Sammy, and Avie had claimed a little spot by the lake, with a checkered blanket spread out on the grass and a picnic basket Elliot insisted on bringing.

It was a light day, one of those that almost made me forget the weight of the world. It reminded me so much of those days in London when I dreamed of moments like this with my family—we hardly ever had them, but the few we did were eternal, and it was just wonderful to be doing it again with Sammy and now with Avie.

Now the boy was chasing his little sister, who clutched a red ball with her chubby hands, laughing loud as she tried to escape him. “You can’t catch me, Sammy!” she squealed, her short legs stumbling over the grass, but her smile was so big it lit up everything.

“I can too, you little rascal!” Sammy shot back, pretending to run slower to give her a chance. His hair was all messed up by the wind
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D undeniable chemistry make them d heart of d novel. Hopefully, upcoming chapters give us more of their moments together, showing Reese slowly realizing that Elliot is d only one who truly completes her n Elliott fight harder, proving once n for all that he’s d right man for her.
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