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"I thought we were going to set the room on fire." "My skin is scorched," he said. He propped himself up on one elbow to take some of his weight off of her, his other hand shaping her breast. Olivera felt the ripple of reaction through her entire body. "Don't even breathe on me. I've melted into the carpet." Her lashes drifted down. "I'm going to go to sleep right here on the floor, and I want to wake up with you still inside of me." She sighed blissfully. "You may just be the greatest lover in the history of the world."

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Emily's POV: My best friend's girlfriend! One woman. One beautiful woman who changed both of our destinies. One who destroyed my hopes of living happily ever after with Edward but gave him the best happiness he could ever get in his life. Her Love. They say that 'to love and being loved in return is the best thing in the world!' They say right though, I must admit!! Things worked out for them pretty well I suppose. I always thought that Lara was a big obstacle between me and Edward but years passed by like seasons and I never realized when I ended up becoming obstacle between the two lovers.

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

“Oh Pierre… please don’t stop, don’t stop… I love you” “I love you too, but it’s getting late my love”. “Elo stared at the pack of condoms at the head of my bed and smiled mischievously at me. “Not even a quickie, Pierre?” “No baby, next time when you come”. “Okay then, just keep it well”. “Sure, I will… come on, let’s get you dressed up”. “Alright, let me call a cab driver first”. Elo picked up her mobile phone, stopped the music which had been playing and dialled a number.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I asked him. Gosh, he was serious! But no matter how persistent Wren was for the honeymoon, it's still useless and nonsensical because honeymoon was for lovers, real lovers. Not a married couple who was dealt for the business. Not a couple where the woman was the only one who's in love.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

“You need strength if you want to leave this place soon.” Ethan looked up with a small pout. “Are you always this bossy, Kyle?” “Always,” I answered for him, sitting on the couch. “He’s worse when he’s in love.” Kyle choked. “Champ—!” Everyone turned to look at us, confused. Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Wait. In love? With who?” I smirked, watching Kyle go pale. “Oh, you know. He's my roommate, he might have been seeing a girl I don't know."

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.