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The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

It’s my heart’s fault—it has loved him so long. “Are you talking about me, by any chance?” I murmur, kissing his jaw flirtatiously. In lieu of response, Tristan slides something across his desk. A black American Express card. “Does that answer your question, little girl?” My body has an odd response to Tristan's newest gift.

There is something about the way it is wrapped, so carefully and deliberately, that makes me think it is more than just a simple gift. I unzip the parcel, my hands trembling slightly, and pull out a stack of books. Romance novels, to be exact. New releases, their covers glossy and pristine, the kind of books I have not had the time or energy to buy since I came back to America. I run my fingers over the titles, my heart aching in a way I cannot quite explain.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

I was basically living my dream. For a while, I let myself believe we could have that. After we finished eating, Roman got up and disappeared. I heard the faint sound of drawers opening, a low curse, and then his footsteps returning. He came back holding a small velvet box. “What’s that?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He handed it to me. “Open it.” Inside was a delicate silver bracelet—thin, understated, the kind of jewelry I actually wore. Three small charms dangled from it: a heart, a book, and a tiny engraved letter S.

Now that the case is closed, I can give it to you. Elena took the box with trembling hands. Thank you. Riva nodded. Her sister was brave. I want her to know that. I know. Riva left as quietly as she had arrived. Elena entered the house, with Dante following behind. The Box In the library, Elena carefully opened the box. Inside, letters. Many. Tied with a red ribbon. The first one read: "For Elena. When she's ready." Elena read it softly. "My dear sister:

His voice is low, rough around the edges, the kind that would rumble against my ear if he leaned in close enough. I swallow. “Yeah. That’s me.” His gaze flicks down, just for a second—but it’s enough. The way his dark eye lingers on the hem of my shirt, the way my nipples tighten under the thin cotton like he’s already touched them. My skin prickles, heat pooling between my thighs. Fuck. I’m not wearing a bra. I wasn’t expecting this. He holds out a small, discreet box. The return address is familiar, Pink Petal Pleasures, the boutique I ordered from last night after two glasses of wine and a particularly frustrating video call with my vibrator collection.

"You go, little seductress!" "I'm invested! Team ‘Lock Them Up' never quits!" I tossed my last few books into the box and closed the lid. "I'm off." "Let's go shopping or grab tea sometime." Clara nodded vigorously, shoving a bag of gummy bears into my box. "Go get ‘em, girl! I'll send you updates anytime!" "And keep feeding me those sweet moments." "My office romance scrapbook depends on you!" I lifted the box, its edges digging into my arms, heavier than it looked.

Her sobs intensified along with her fear. "Great." Hannah did not press the matter any further. As if she'd remembered something, she retrieved an item from her bag. "I promised I'd get you a present last time. Here." The mention of a present had Andrew jumping up in anticipation once more. He looked away to not seem too eager. The smell of paper and fresh ink greeted him. A thick book lay in front of him, its cover engraved with a few bolded words. "Jimmy Oliver's Mathematical Analysis Problem Set," it read.

She snaps, almost making me drop the books "Damn Fran, take it easy." I grin, arranging the books on the shelf. Reading has never been my strongsuit, something struggle with, but this setting is enough to make even me read. I go to the next box, and frown at the label - Erotica. "What is Erotica, Fran?" I yell, but she's busy yelling at someone to hear me. I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert.