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My eyes narrowed to the query. “ I suppose it is. But it’s more than just a love story” he replied objectively. “ hmm” I shaked my head “ you know I would never pegged you as a romantic “ I teased him “ what makes you say that ?”Lucas brows lifted “The book of course” I pointed out “ it’s a classic romance , I wouldn’t have thought it was your type of book” He smiled, his eyes wrinkling at the corner “ I’m surprised you’d think that Cecile. Just because I enjoy a good book doesn’t mean I’m romantic.”

This time—not rushed. Not desperate. Intentional. His hand rested against her face, thumb brushing lightly against her cheek, like he was making sure she was actually there. “Say it again,” he murmured. Nyra didn’t hesitate. “I’m choosing you.” That was all he needed. He kissed her. Slower this time. Deeper. Not driven by chaos or danger—but by decision. By everything they had tried not to say finally breaking through. Her hand gripped his coat again, pulling him closer, as if distance had become unacceptable.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

For a funny book, I chose a book on types of love language and how to communicate with your partner. By the time Piercy was done, I was sitting by the fire, reading the dark romance book. I felt him hesitate before I looked up. Something was swimming in his eyes before I felt all the desire to run through him. Seeing me in this spot was really triggering a sexual response from him. “Ready?” He asked, sitting down. “I am.” He sat down beside me. Hiding my books, he nodded. “Funny first.” “Okay.” He smiled at me. “One… two… three.” He put his book on my lap and I put his. The book on my lap was about how to organize a party.

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he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

For alfresco seating, numerous mini lanterns and glittering fairy lights were adorning the trees, around which marble tables with vintage style umbrella and rattan chairs were laid. And today, after an exhausting day, all Dmitri wanted was to be in a cosy interior to distract himself from the thoughts of the girl, who seemed to have stolen his heart in the first two not so romantic encounters. The unique front entrance of the Book Café, made an aesthetic statement with plenty of green and colorful cascading flowers of bougainvillea and jasmine draped over its glass door like a living waterfall. "The chic set up of the Book Café is a perfect place for a romantic date," Dmitri mused as his min

Kaya was reading her favourite romance book while leaning against her headboard. It was the time of the night. They both had gotten done with their dinner. He was in his room and Kaya was in hers, so she decided to read her favourite romance book as she was not feeling like sleeping yet. She had read this book before but now it was hitting her differently. It was giving her a totally new feeling because now she had found the love of her life. She loved reading romantic books because she believed in love and when she had finally found her love, reading about love was giving her so many butterflies inside her tummy. She turned the page and now the erotic content of the book began. Even though

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.