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Anticipating a joyous revelation, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins, eager to embrace the possibility of a newfound understanding. As she leaned in, her heart fluttered with anticipation, envisioning a future filled with genuine affection and appreciation. In that moment, she longed for his affirmation, craving the reassurance that his happiness stemmed from a profound appreciation of her true essence, untainted by the shadows of the past.

She was extraordinary in every way, and he was lucky to have her in his life. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, his admiration for her was tinged with a deep longing. He yearned to be by her side, to hold her hand, and to hear her voice filled with warmth and affection. He missed the connection they shared, the unspoken understanding that bound them together.

But the words ‘First Love’ burned in her mind like a fresh wound, stabbing deep into her chest. She could hardly breathe past the pain. How could he be so affectionate with her when his heart belonged to someone else? Her voice came out hoarse, detached. "No. I’m not in the mood."

“You’re impossible.” His jaw ticked. “I seriously don’t get you Bamford. You love her,” she said flatly, watching him. “Don’t even bother denying it. You act like you don’t care, but the moment she walks into the room, you lose it. Every time.” His head snapped to her. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Oh, please.” She leaned in. “You hide it from blackhead, maybe even from yourself. But not from me.” Her voice dropped, “You love her in the way that doesn’t let go. The kind that eats into your bones. The kind that makes you want to keep her for yourself. Touch her. Break her for anyone else.”

She wore a terrified expression on her face, and she had even planned to leave the house since she had slept with him, despite the fact that it was his fault for dragging her into his bed, not hers. “Because we have deep affection for each other, you don't have to be concerned about other reasons for being with me. And, to answer the first question, I can't live without her. When she's alive and kicking, she's mine, and even if she's buried six feet down, she'll still be mine,” he growled, contemplating the possibility of ever being separated from her. He didn't want to see that day come; he'd rather be transformed into a vampire and accompany her on a daily basis than leave her alone after

He hissed through his teeth and stopped in front of me. My heart was drumming in ears. My lips were quivering slightly after I heard the same dark tone of his. “ She loves Damien too much. Not from now... ” He leaned down and placed his right hand on the armrest of the couch. “ She has loved him from the time she didn't even know what love was. People think it's love but I know it's something more. She is obsessed with him. ” He spoke slowly, sending chills down my spine with each word that left his mouth.

However, it changed today. There she was staring at me with deep affection and my heart fluttered because of it. No, it wasn’t a look of love but it was a hint that she had started falling for me. I pulled her closer and kissed her once more, secretly hoping that my kiss would speed up the process of falling in love with me. Her kiss was healing my wounds that were inflicted by the memory of the past. Her presence alone was enough to make me forget about all my pain.

she searches for the right word, “affected, you must have had something deeper than I can see.” I’m a sobbing mess in her arms. That’s the only thing I do these days. On some days I am a sulking mess and some other days I can’t seem to get the tears to stop. “I love him, Mel,’ I whisper as if scared someone else might hear it, “I love him and that’s why it hurts.” She grips me tighter. “Like I said, I can never understand the depth,’ she mutters, “but I loved seeing you around him. How happy you were, I loved that for you.”

She recounts. “I fell in love with him. The gentleness of his touch. He would tell me stories as he tended to me each day. He told me of his mate and how she died in childbirth. Both souls lost on what was to be his happiest day. My heart broke for him. His love for her was unwavering and infinite. He spoke of her with such care and admiration I couldn’t help but want him. I wished that he would love me just one tenth of how much he loved her. That alone would drown me in more affection than I had received in my entire life.” She says with quiet sincerity. She speaks of him like some speak of Gods and Goddesses; with holy reverence and devout affection. His name a prayer, she finds solace in

"This journey—navigating through the preparations together—it's as special as the day itself." She gazed up at Deep with love and adoration. “You will never cease to amaze, will you?” She asked. He cocked an eyebrow, sending her a message that he didn’t quite understand what she meant. “What have I done again?” He asked. “I always thought that men do not like to be involved in matters such as these at all. You are…different. You look so happy being a part of this.” She remarked. Deep chuckled and signed her remarks away. “Of course. I am Deep, and Deep is not not your typical guy. Everything has to be exceptional.” He winked, and she smirked broadly.