Duology Book 2: La Vie En Rose
Every inch between us seemed to disappear, and I felt my heart start to pound.
Mavie’s hands rested gently on my chest, and she lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her face was so near that I could see every little detail of her beauty—delicate and captivating in a way that made it impossible to look away. Her face was small and perfectly shaped, her nose petite yet strikingly pointed. Long, thick lashes framed her eyes, accentuating their round and innocent look, and her thick, clean eyebrows gave her expression a subtle strength. Her lips, though small, were a rich shade of red, soft as petals and inviting as a blooming rose.
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