Intertwined
she laughs and I chuckle lightly, a wave of warmth spread through me, erasing the last vestiges of my anxiety.
“Thinking is overrated sometimes,” she says with a smile. “But next time, maybe try a little more of it before you let your heart lead you straight into Renzo’s arms.”
Her words were a gentle reprimand, laced with a sisterly affection that both warmed and chastened me. As I looked at her, I knew that even though Renzo had stolen my breath away, Aria’s friendship was a gift far more precious than a stolen kiss, even one as electrifying as that one. And maybe, just maybe, that was a lesson worth learning. The thrill of Renzo's pursuit felt intoxicating, but the unwavering support of m
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