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He admired hot girls and would tell them that. Soon enough, their table was filled with women with little to no clothes on. One of them sat on Mason's lap and leaned into him, her breasts spilling out of the bra she had on. She ran kisses up and down his neck and started grinding on his lap to get him turned on. But Mason had another thing on his mind. The brown lady across the room was the thing on his mind. She was swaying her hips so sensually that he couldn't help but go talk to her.

“Impressions of certain people. Memories of times you spent together. How they affected you.” Caitlin wanted to choose her next words carefully. “Do you mean, like…relationships? As in, like, romance?” A silence covered the room. She could feel him choosing his words. “There are all sorts of relationships that matter, but at the end of the day, romance probably stays with you the most,” he finally said. “But there is more to it than that. In the beginning, it is about romance. But over time, the person…occupies a small part of you. I don’t know how else to explain it. But after all the centuries, that is what remains.”

It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special. Arabella approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders. "Gustave Flaubert" he replied. "French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She could not believe someone like Damon was interested in romance. "All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging. Arabella smiled, and then Damon was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of what they would feel when they had to pull away.

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

Author's POV What is Romance? this is the question I always asked myself and I found that........ Romance is the language of love. It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them. Every person has their own idea of what they might consider romantic. For some, it will be dressing up for the other or buying flowers or jewelry. There is no way to know what is romantic without knowing the person. Romance is created by the feeling that you are genuinely cared about. All romance has one thing in common; it must show the other person that you care enough to find out what is meaningful to them.

He has heard of it, but never truly experienced it for himself. "Love is romance." he answered briefly, hoping that his answer would suffice. "And what is romance?" Asty continues to test him. "I've read it in novels. It is when a man or a woman starts to develop feelings for each other." "Romance coexists in love," Asty told her with her calm, dreamy eyes. "Love is compassion towards other people. It is a feeling that never goes away. If it goes away, then it is merely infatuation."

She stood up "It's like Henry wants me to leave sef so you two can talk" He laughed and I smiled at her. "Rita, it's not like that" Henry told her but she waved him off and went to her room. Henry came and sat close to me "Hannah, you haven't given me your answer yet" Henry had asked me out last week. He's been my bestie since 100lvl but I've always noticed he had feelings for me. The guys I dated in university, all were not faithful and even though I dated them with an intention of getting married, I knew I couldn't marry a man who was not satisfied with just me alone.

Malisa said with a raised eyebrow. " Of course not, sis! I am just twelve! " " If you say so... Miss twelve years old. " " So, sis? " " Well... Romance comes after love... It's the most exciting, mysterious and intruding part of any intimate relationship. " " Okay... So without love there can be no romance? " " Possibly... Though it's possible to feel attracted to someone, you know the butterflies in the belly, the skipping of the heart beat, the red cheeks, and continuous thinking of the fella. "

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”