Don's Fiancée
he planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, his thumb wiping the sad tears streaming on my cheeks.
His right hand guided my left palm on his chest, just above his heart. The erratic beating of his heart was slamming against my palm, “do you feel that?” he whispered, “and that’s only for you. My heart belongs to you, fiore. I messed up big time, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. I’m sorry for everything you heard and for the fucked up way I’ve been treating you. This should be done over romantic dinner, but that’s not me.” His left hand rested on the back of my neck, pulling my face close to his, our foreheads touching. “You are the only one who sees the good in me. Nothing in t
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