Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom)
But instead of the long, tender kiss she had dreamed of, Maurice brushed his lips against hers in the briefest contact imaginable, a fleeting touch, barely there, gone before she could even savor it.
He pulled back swiftly, his expression composed as if nothing had happened.
Mia blinked in surprise, her lips tingling from the ghost of the kiss. For a heartbeat, disappointment flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with a graceful smile, unwilling to let anyone suspect otherwise. To Mia, it was a fragment she wished had lasted longer. She lingered in the aftertaste, her heart tightening with a painfully bittersweet pang of disappointment. To the cheering guests, it had seemed perfec
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