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I reached for his hand, weaving my fingers through his, grounding myself in his warmth. "Be careful," I whispered, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. "Promise me you'll be careful." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that spoke of unspoken fears and fierce love. "Always," he whispered against my mouth, his eyes locking onto mine with a gravity that stole my breath. "Always."

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

He is either too busy writing or not as excited. Other women would be happy with a boyfriend dedicated to his job but who loves you just as much, even if he’s not the most thrilling lover. Me? Abnormal me? Not as, what’s the word I’m looking for? Pleased? Yes, not as pleased to have a schedule, the same thing day after day. But, truth is, boring tie and glasses wearing as he is, I love him. Love sustains all things…doesn’t it?

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This was supposed to make you fall for me but I can see that I have failed with that but still I want to you to know. You are it for me, none other will do I love you. Micah. A love letter: From the person who love you to the ends of the world and back. Micah.

I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure. I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathcliff and Edgar, and their doomed love triangle, isn´t right. Neither is ´Gone with the Wind´, with Scarlett, Rhett and Ashley. ´Pride and Prejudice´, ´Jane Eyre´, ´Anna Karenina´, all dwell on the failure of three lovers to make their situation work. In the end, I choose something very different, ´Time Enough for Love´, an old 1970´s Sci-fi novel, in which the characters make their polyamorous family work.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

Although his scent was enjoyable, memories of the past were like scars that can't be healed I'm her heart. As she played with her hair, he asked her, "so you like bedtime stories?" "Yes, I do," Debby loveds novels. "You do? Then let me read you one," he opened a free reading app and began to read her beautiful love romance story where the two lovers died together at the end. Debby didn't know when she slept off.

George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.

Andrew and I start laughing. “Why did you shout my name?” he complains. “I was just asking him to read, read not Reed a book,” I tell him trying not to laugh. “I hate reading, so I was shocked that she was asking me to read and not Reed something,” Andrew plays along, and I bite my lips to stop myself from laughing. “But you love to re-, you know what. I am tired to deal with this. Goodnight,” he greets and leaves the room. Andrew and I burst out laughing. The rest of the night, I tell Andrew everything that happened the past year and how I fell in love for the first time.