Romance Of Betrayal
“Every day, Sophia. Every single day. And I’ll spend my life proving it to you.”
The intimacy between us was slow, deliberate. Not rushed, not impatient. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word made me feel as if the world had narrowed down to just this room, just this bed, just the two of us. I felt his hand slide along my side, holding me close, and I traced the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. His chest rose and fell beneath me, steady and warm, and I felt a completeness I had never known before.
The hours passed, or perhaps only minutes. Time ceased to have meaning. The sun moved, its golden light stretching across his naked skin, tracing the shape of his shoulders, the warm
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