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I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

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he smirked. Blake's POV Her lips curved upward into a smile bright enough to blind me, she probably caught on to what I was suggesting. She gasped, still smiling from ear to ear, "Blake Wilson, are you saying what I think you're saying." I returned her smile with one just as bright but it's not as if I could help it, her smile was contagious like that, "Depends, what do you think I'm saying?"

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

And I didn't care of her words. Writer I hope you enjoy it lovely people. As usual tap the tiny star and comment on it. Thanks for the support guys.

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For a moment, they all watched as it rose, joining the others glowing softly against the deepening blue sky. Lareina smiled, her eyes reflecting the golden light. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Sean looked at her, his heart tightening. “Yeah. so beautiful” Yvo watched them from the corner of his eye, calm but distant. The lanterns floated higher, each carrying its own secret wish. Only he knew the words written on his. Look at me like you love me. The night breeze brushed his face, cool and steady, but it did nothing to quiet the warmth that had begun to burn deep within him.

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“No boba this time.” “I was thinking sour candy.” Ave blinked. Then finally — finally — she smiled. “Deal.” --- Blake – Late That Night He got home and opened his journal. The one no one knew about. He flipped past class notes, project sketches, and stopped at a blank page. Then he wrote: > She’s fire when she speaks, but even hotter when she burns down quietly. I’d let her burn me twice just to see her smile again.

Her favorite by the writer. He was young, definitely younger than her, dressed in jeans with holes and a white linen shirt tucked in the front with a brown leather jacket over it. His hair was dark brown, almost black and hung in loose ringlets to his shoulders. He was wearing what looked like very expensive boots. He may have been the most beautiful man she had ever seen, in person. He glanced her way and his eyes met hers. They were so blue she was sure they were contacts. She was flushed, she could feel it. She looked down and started toward the other side of the shelf, trying to seem unaffected. She peeked through the books and noticed he was coming closer, still thumbing through the boo