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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.

She suddenly didn't want to hear his voice at that moment, she didn’t want anything to do with that man at that point. She sighed and answered. "It's the same universal love language: the act of spending quality time together, the daily words of affirmation, the random gifts, different beautiful acts of service, and the last one is physical touch." She answered beautifully, and smiled. She realized she still remembered it in detail.

“So, you won’t tell me what you think I should do?” “Julie, I’m not you. I don’t have the history you do with him, and I don’t know how you truly feel. Now I will say it’s concerning to me. I feel like he’s trying to buy you, but then I also see that you have a different... Geez, what do I call it? Communication style, no that’s not it. No, love language. That’s it.” “Stephen, what are you talking about?” “Remember how you explained the little gifts you leave for people who you consider friends and loved ones? Penguin… I can’t remember.”

“She was never his. I feel bad for the mess we’re all in right now. But I didn’t steal anyone. I stayed away from Cas once I found out he was engaged. I didn’t pursue him. People think I’m some homewrecker or a gold digger, but honestly, I was just trying to clean a room so I could have enough money to feed my kids. I didn’t plan to fall in love. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and I am not a great flirter. I am not able to steal a man from anyone.” “Her love language is teasing,” Cas replied. “She flirts by arguing about nonsense or teasing me. I fell for Ripley because she challenges me. She makes me see the world differently, and for the first time in my life, I feel at home somewhere.

“You know you have to meet him if you want us to get married.” “Are you proposing to me, pretty girl?” “Shut up and think of what will happen when Luke sees you again.” That seemed to do the trick. Caspian had all five love languages down; physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. He was dedicated to making me fall for him but then again, that was the same reason I fell in love with him then. To think that a man involved in the mafia could love so purely; back then and now as well. I yawned but I forced myself to stay awake.

“Ah, thank you.” Once he left, I opened the box. Inside was a small pocket-sized book. “How to Make a Woman Fall in Love Using the 5 Love Languages.” Interesting. I flipped to the first chapter and read aloud: “Step One: Show interest. Ask about her hobbies, passions, or things she enjoys doing. If she’s hesitant to share, ask someone close to her—or observe what brings her joy. Once you learn her interests, spend quality time doing those things together. This will show her that you genuinely care.”

"I forgive you. I don't know what happens to us but I love you and I don't think I'd actually be able to move past what we had. But if you ever do anything like this ever again, I'm done. Okay?" But I don't think anything could ever top this. "I understand. Thank you for cooking for me." "Well it's not exactly like you had a choice. It's my love language. And it's the least I could do after all you've given me." "Would you be mad if I got you more?" He asks and I look at him with confusion. "What more could you have possibly gotten me?" "You'll see when you get home. I think you'll like it. I hope so."

Her body became softer and she was slowly losing her muscles, yet her strength and aura remained the same. She had always been beautiful, but now I couldn’t take my eyes and hands off her and we both end up having sex whenever we can. We both have the same love language, and only professed how much we loved each other during the night we did the mating ceremony. Since then, our love language went back to normal. Just because there’s other ways to show you love someone other than just saying it.

‘What the–. His thumbs started brushing below my eyes. ‘Why the fuck are you crying again?’ My face felt heavy from the emotions gushing out. He felt the same way. I’ve been an idiot. He’s been feeling the same as I do and I’m being the childish one, throwing a fit at him, just like I did with my parents, simply because they aren’t expressing their love for me in a way that I would. Everyone’s love language is different, isn’t it? ‘OK… Jesus Christ… OK. We’re…’ He lifted my face up and those mesmerising blue swirls in his eyes called out tenderly to me. ‘We’re together now. How’s that? You’re my girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend. OK?’

I watched him soothe Lyra while she shouted at me from his arms. "What's wrong with me loving Kaelen? Our souls are drawn to each other! I never meant to challenge your place! I just want to be with the werewolf I love! Is that a crime? "Yes, you met him a few years earlier than I did, but time doesn't decide everything! True mates are about soul resonance, not who showed up first! "Elara, I love him more than you do! My love burns hotter than yours!" Emotion flickered across Kaelen's face, and he held her even tighter.