IF THE RING FITS
she whispered, her heart doing that strange flip again.
He didn't answer with words. He reached out, cupped her face, and kissed her. It wasn't a "publicity" kiss—it was deep, lingering, and smelled faintly of expensive mint and something dangerous. For a second, the sound of the rain and the shouting press faded into white noise.
When he pulled back, Lilia was breathless, and the room was silent. Even Brenda had stopped chewing her gum.
"That," Sion said to the cameras through the window, "is our timeline."
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