SOFT CURVES
It wasn’t just about the food; it was about what it represented—his love, his effort, his desire to make her happy in every possible way.
"I love you," Vincent murmured, his tone filled with quiet intensity.
His eyes held hers, searching, memorizing, making an unspoken promise that this love would never fade. It wasn’t just a casual declaration—it was a vow, a pledge sealed in the depths of his heart. Isla felt her throat tighten with emotion, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. She had never doubted his love, but every time he said it, it felt brand new, as if she was hearing it for the first time.
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