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he replied shaking my hand sparks shooting up my arms. "So you're a romantic?" I ask He shakes his head as if getting out of a trance "What?" He questions coming back to earth I gesture to the book Romeo and Juliet "I didn't picture that" I replied He snickers "Well haven't you heard don't judge a book by its cover," He says with a teasing smile I manage a small laugh, the school bell rings "That's my queue" I say a smile planted on my face. "Uh it was nice to meet you I'll see you around Roselle..." He said as I walkout

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

“I like it.” Something about the way she said it, the warmth, the certainty, hit me harder than I expected. My chest tightened, words slipping out before I could stop them. “I love you.” Her eyes widened slightly. I rubbed the back of my neck with my good hand, nervous laughter bubbling out. “I know that’s probably too soon to say that.” She smiled slowly, the kind that felt like sunrise. “For a romance writer,” she whispered, stepping closer, “it’s never too soon.”

The shelves stood tall and proud, adorned with books that I had arranged in a way that I found ‘perfect’. “You read a lot of romance, don’t you?” I laughed, looking away. “Well, true love is much easier to find in the pages of those books.” I took one of my favourites from a shelf. “You see this one— every time I come back to read it, their love story is unchanged. It’s ever as strong and genuine. Something you can’t say about love in the real world.”

I reluctantly opened the letter as both of them literally pushed their heads inside my locker to read it. "Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret." Maybe this is why I want to be your secret and admire you from afar. The distance is bearable as long as you smile while reading these little messages. Have a good day Dear Astraea. ~Secret Admirer. "The Lover's Watch by Aphra Behn." Miranda spoke quietly. "What ?" "The quote is from that book Emily." I explained. "Classic quotes on each love letter. He is a nerd like you Rae." Emily patted my shoulder, feigning sympathy for me.

"You have brought so much light into my life. Your love has awakened parts of me I never knew existed. With you, every moment is a testament to the power of love, and I am forever grateful for your presence in my world." Her lips curved into a tender smile, and she reached across the table to touch my hand. Her touch sent a surge of warmth through me, igniting a fire within my soul. "Roman, you have given me a love that surpasses all expectations. With you, every meal becomes a banquet of emotions, a reminder that our love is boundless."

The colorful petals rippled around them on the surface of the water, their perfume making her dizzy in the most delightful way. "And you, my wicked rogue, are the greatest gift in my life. My rescuer, my lover, my partner in life." She leaned into him, kissing him with the passion and love that burned like an eternal flame in her heart, and he swept her away in his wicked embrace. END OF BOOK FIVE

She could hear the shallowness of her breath as it stole prematurely from her lungs. "...I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is..." His eyes never left Ashlyn's as he recited the rest of the quote from memory. His gaze was piercing, his voice hypnotizing. With parted lips, she swallowed.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

"You don't need to analyze it, Anya. You just have to live it. That’s what the romance was always about. Not the words. Just us." I leaned my head against his white shirt, closing my eyes as the deep, heavy exhaustion of the long journey finally caught up with me. The story had been long, dangerous, and full of terrible noise, but as Kai wrapped his arms around me in the quiet kitchen, I knew we had finally found the final page of the old book. And the first page of the new one was waiting for us tomorrow.