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She hung her head but couldn't move away. As they stood there, their eyes locked, a melody of emotions echoed in the air. Love, unrequited but deeply felt, formed a bridge between them, connecting their souls in a dance of unspoken desires. With every heartbeat, Luli's resistance crumbled, and she began to understand the true essence of their connection.

He brought it out and faced her. "I have something you can wear, you only have to come out of the duvet and put it on" he said. "What! no Allen, I will do no such thing. Toss me the cloth and I will wear it under the duvet. Duhhh, what's the essence of hiding under here. I am not comfortable enough to let you see me" "You are so complicated Doll....; We just made love remember? "Yes I know, Allen. We made love with the lights off, so I doubt you saw everything. Just toss me the cloth will you?

Olivia said. "It's just a lock Olivia, you think they will be here forever? Maybe these locks will only end up in a landfill, or thrown into the seabed, nothing will last forever besides the feelings we have, love is real even though it can't be touched, the more you say it the more bland it will taste, because that's not how it works. When we love someone, we give everything we have, to protect and have them forever. Because it's not easy to give our whole life to someone, if our love is only limited Just this lock, it feels like a year later, you can't find it here anymore, this place will change with another couple's lock. But here, in your heart, I'm sure that love will never disappear,

"Always, my love." As they shared a tender kiss under the moonlit sky, Lacy and Harol turned away, giving the couple a moment of privacy. Then they heard Jarvis groan in a distant voice, and they almost laughed when Lacy and Harol saw that Jarvis was looking at his brother and his lover. They couldn't see any disgust from Jarvis', but instead, despite him groaning, he looked happy for his brother. The quiet acknowledgment of love in the midst of chaos resonated, creating a bond that transcended the challenges of their unpredictable journey.

"The room is soundproof for reasons like this. Be as loud as you want, baby. No one will hear you." He thrusts sharply, causing a loud moan to escape as my eyes roll back. His pace was almost painful. I kiss him roughly just as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to feel like jelly. He releases a soft moan as he slows his pace. I lay my head on his shoulder as I pant aggressively. "I love you," I breathe. He kisses my shoulder blade. "I don't have a problem giving you another lesson on what's yours if you would like?" I let out a small chuckle.

“But I was too much of a coward to admit it. “If I admitted that I loved you… if I admitted that I had feelings for the girl I raised—how could I face your parents? “They were my best friends. They trusted me like a brother. How could I fall in love with their daughter? “I was a coward. I was too afraid to face what was between us. His voice cracked. “I told myself it was wrong. That your love for me was nothing more than admiration. That you’d grow out of it. “So I lied to you. I staged the engagement. I forced myself to be with Wendy, thinking it would make me forget you.” A bitter chuckle escaped him. “But I never did. Every single moment, every memory, every second spent with you—it neve

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

Then I immediately checked to make sure I didn't break anything and sighed in relief. "Well that sure is a compromising position to catch you in Valentine. Didn't know Christian was your type," a voice chuckled and I looked up to see Drew Ozera walking up to the gates with a slip in his hand. "Ah so you guys really do have to do the annoying signature hunt as well." I commented. "This game absolutely sucks. Now I'm stuck with pretty boy here until I find a way to get these cuffs off." "Cuffs?" I held my hand up for him to see. "Hm… out of curiosity, how hot can your flames go?"

asked Layla with a tease. "I do but I'm definitely not going to turn down a date with a hottie over the fact that I hate the galaxy far far away." Carmen was crazy and Layla loved it. Luckily, no more cute or hot guys came to the coffee shop that day so all was quiet except Carmen getting all excited about her date. She watched way too much romance. Soon closing hours came and they got ready to leave. "Layla, please give these to Azaera when you get home," said William as he handed her a box.

Maybe I was being delusional, just maybe. I took the jewellery and placed them into my nearly empty closet, while I held the bouquet of red roses tight against my chest. I would sleep with it that way, so I would dream about Liam, and about our young love. I stared at the ceiling for a while, reminiscing over the day's events, thinking through and thinking again. I felt something different, something splendidly different. Did he still abide by his own rules of no affection and no kids? I pondered over the note he slid into the giftbox. It struck me that he was so selective of the words he used, ensuring that it didn't suggest anything related to love or feelings. It was simply an appreciatio