Whispers of a Second Chance
His charm was undeniable, and his presence always seemed to draw attention.
His face, a canvas of sharp angles and smooth planes, was a masterpiece of masculine beauty. The clean lines of his haircut, a testament to his meticulous nature, framed his features perfectly. His long, dark eyelashes, like delicate feathers, cast a shadow over his deep brown eyes, adding an air of mystery and allure. My gaze, drawn by an invisible force, drifted downwards, landing on his lips, full and red, promising a taste of forbidden fruit. I quickly averted my eyes, a blush creeping up my neck.
“What are you doing? Are you falling harder for me now?” Daryl's voice, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine,
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