The Mafia Don's Innocent Love
Emotion weighed down my voice as I recounted, "Your favored bloom is the white peony, yet the pink one holds its charm. Words hold allure for you, but dancing eludes our grasp. Nevertheless, we danced together. The cascade of your hair, unbound, held a captivation for me. Pasta graces your palate as a cherished delight. Chocolate, particularly white, finds favor, while its darker counterpart earns your disdain for its bitterness. When dawn beckons, I am compelled to rouse you, and my own dawn is incomplete without your morning kiss."
Rebecca's delicate eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the tender caress of my hand against her cheek. "In your words, I found solace - you, my anchor, my
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