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"I just learned. From now on I will improve myself. I'm sorry for being too stiff… and annoying for you.” "Yes. Change, I'm waiting for you." Jazzy replied kissing the rose Marco gave her. Jazzy looked around the room. On the bed, not only red roses that adorn the entire mattress. But there are some verses and romantic quotes on colored and fragrant paper which are scattered on the mattress. Jazzy looked at them one by one. "Life is a flower, while love is honey." Said one of the papers scattered on the bed. "My love is as sweet as a rose."

he insert the ring at the same time "fall in love with you wasn't my plan, but cupid got me and I fell in love with you. with each passing day I love you even more, if there is a challenges that comes into our lives we will face it together, I love you so much "I said while wearing a ring to him "you may kiss now" said the father so Kiro immediately kissed me. We immediately heard the applause, he hugged me tight and kiro said at the same time "I love you so much"

“You always read something serious.” “Fine,” I admitted. “Romance.” He raised an eyebrow. “Figures.” “Oh please,” I said. “You love romance.” “I love watching you react to it,” he replied. I kicked his foot lightly under the table. “Behave.” He leaned in. “No promises.” After coffee, we wandered through the bookstore. He picked up random titles, reading the back dramatically. “‘A tragic tale of lost love,’” he read aloud. “Absolutely not.” “Why?”

Michael read aloud from a book of Italian poetry he bought in Florence, and I tried to translate the ones I knew. He stopped at one. Read it slowly. Then looked at me. “It says,” he translated, “that real love is not a firework—but a flame that doesn’t forget how to flicker, even when the wind comes.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That’s us,” I whispered. He nodded. “I want to promise you something tonight.” I turned toward him fully. “I want to promise that I’ll never stop being amazed by you,” he said. “That I won’t forget to say thank you. That I’ll keep asking questions. Keep showing up. Keep choosing softness, even on the hard days.”

He whispered rubbing his length between my folds and then he lifted himself a bit teasing my entrance slowly with the head of his cock. I moaned slowly as he rubbed in circular motions teasing slowly, "That feels good." "I knew it would." He kissed at the mark again, "Read it in those naughty romance books you sneak to read at the library, dirty girl." "They are in your library." I smiled up at him and he returned it with his eyes shining with adoration and I saw his hair getting wetter indicating that the rain was coming harder than before, it was drizzling very well now. "Bite onto me when you are in pain."

"And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day." She stood, pressed a signed copy of her book into my hands, and squeezed my shoulder before moving on. I stared at the book, at her inscription: "To Camila - May you write yourself a happy ending. You deserve it." "Thank you," I nearly cried to Lucien. "Don't thank me for making you happy," he watched me with those golden eyes that saw too much. I leaned over and kissed him. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me deeper.

My heart could burst. "You, are so incredibly sweet" I mumble gently against his lips, still humming from my rather frenzied kiss. Rhodes's shy smile sends a warmth through my chest as we walk into the tiny bookstore, about as narrow as my apartment back home in London . It's walls are packed full of books and wildly beautiful quotes from underrated authors, I end up with a large stack of books in my arms secured by my chin as we finish touring the place. The whole time Rhodes stands beside me, pointing out books with amusing titles or a cool poster hanging high up on the wall.

He pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the third page, and without looking down, quoted: "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." Her mouth went dry. She bit her lip.He noticed."I'm Julian," he said, handing her the book. She took it. "Clara."Their hands brushed again. She didn't pull away fast enough. "You blush beautifully, Clara." Her cheeks burned hotter. "And you recite love poems to strangers in bookstores?" He stepped closer-just enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his eyes. "Only to the ones I want to touch." The air between them thickened.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

“But no matter what I did, no matter how far I ran, I never stopped loving you. I want to be with you and I hate myself for it." He didn’t interrupt me. He just listened, his thumb brushing gently against my wrist, a little gesture of comfort. “I love you too,” I whispered finally, the words terrifying and freeing all at once. “I never stopped. I was just scared.” The way his eyes lit up made my chest feel warm. 'Took you long enough' that snarky wolf of mine snorted. Yes, you guessed right. After Roman marked me last night, she came fully awake and wouldn't shut up since then.