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Still unwilling to stop, he gave my body one last vicious squeeze before rolling off me in frustration. The next second, Calvin suddenly began to sob. "Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He cried as he trembled, gently stroking my cheek. "I really love you. I can't bear to let you go. "But I have no choice. I really don't." I forced down the humiliation and rage, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. "What happened?" Calvin sniffed. His face was full of sorrow and false devotion. "Quinn, you're too beautiful. You're perfect.

I’m finally getting the chance to bring my mate home. My hand unconsciously starts to knead and rub her leg up to her thigh before she stops my upward pursuit by clenching her thighs. She tries to glare at me, but the little dimples in her cheeks and the way she bites into her bottom lip have the opposite effect on me. She’s so f*****g adorable. And sexy. I love the way her soft thighs envelop my fingers. It makes me imagine other parts of me buried between them… “Valentine, brother,” Marvel calls out to me, taking my thoughts out of the gutter.

I lie in a wet, panting mess in our new bed, relearning how to breathe, as their arms and legs wrap around me then I hear it, a bark and I lift my head, and there’s the sound of paws padding on the floor, then a moment later, a dog bounds into the room and leaps onto the bed. I laugh and grab him as he licks my face and theirs, that’s when I see the bow. It’s a red Christmas bow with tiny Santas on it, but written in fancy gold calligraphy are four words. "Stay Here With Us"

“You’re the Crown Princess now, for fuck’s sake.” I wanted to roll my eyes. “See? Even your brother agrees that a book signing event is a terrible idea.” “He’s right, Tara. As much as it pains me to admit it, and you know I hate this guy, but he’s right. You’re using yourself as bait to catch him. What if he doesn’t show up? Or what if he shoots you from a distance? Jesus.” “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?” I glared at Valentine. “Why do you hate me exactly? For loving your sister, for saving her, or protecting her?”

Inside was a vintage edition of my favorite book—Pride and Prejudice, a beautiful leather-bound copy that must have cost him a fortune. "Alex," I breathed, running my fingers over the embossed cover. "This is too much." "It's your birthday," he said simply. "And you're my best friend. Nothing is too much." He hugged me goodnight, and I stood in my doorway watching him walk away, holding my book and my flowers, feeling more cared for than I had in months. Miles didn't call until the next morning. By then, Valeria's "panic attack" had mysteriously resolved itself.

"Why are you flipping out?" "Because... because..." Val’s mind was a static mess. It felt like a violation. Had he bought them to laugh at? To mock the "soft" guy who wrote about fated mates while playing a blood sport? If he made one joke—just one—Val was gone. He’d walk back to Valentina’s Bayside Condo and never look at a puck again. "You told me it was all fake," Finn started. "That the sex in books isn't real, and no guy is that good, right?"

─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Valeria was curled up next to me on the couch, a soft blanket draped over her legs, flipping through some thick parenting book with pastel-colored pages and a smiling cartoon baby on the cover. I had my arm thrown over the back of the couch, half reading over her shoulder, half pretending not to care. “Talk softly to your baby,” she read, trying not to laugh. “Gentle tones help them feel safe and secure.” I snorted, grabbing the book from her and skimming the page. “Yeah, sure. My old man never talked softly to anyone, and look how I turned out.”

“Not because of the lights. Or the dress. Or the dancing.” “Then why?” “Because we’re all still here. After everything — we’re here. Together.” Scene – Group Chat, Midnight Tessy: I’m saving every photo. Even the sweaty ones. Leo: Especially the sweaty ones. That’s where the real love lives. Greg: Night, crew. This one’s for the memory vault. Helena: Goodnight, my people. Happy Love Day. ❤️ Scene – Helena’s Journal, After Midnight Dear Me, This Valentine’s wasn’t a fairy tale — it was real.

Lexi. “Well?” Rhea stared at me in expectation. She was such a nosey little demon. Evelyn was looking at me with an arched brow. She was the nonchalant one of the group but make no mistakes about her, she loved drama. We were all seated on my cheap apartment floor eating pizza and drinking a bottle of expensive wine- part of the Valentine gifts they'd gotten me. “I'm not answering your questions,” I said again. Eve grinned, eyes shining with mischief.

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"