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“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

"Look, I have been asking for these keys for a while now, Joshua; you promised me you were going to give them to me." "But why should I? We are no longer dating, last I checked, and I bought them with my money—," "Our money," she interrupted. "How is your latest hookup? Is he not giving you enough money? What was his name, remind me?" Joshua asked with a smirk on his face. "I am sure you know that his name is Benny." "Yes, Benny. Benny with the magical cock that makes my girlfriend engage in things that she had never dared try." "I have done those things before, just not with you, Joshua."

I smiled. "Did she really--?" She said across the aisle. I nodded. "All the way?" "To the max. She was terrific." Kim got a stern look on her face. I started a normal conversation with them, asking them where they were coming from, going to, their schools, etc. My oral princess carried their side of it at first, but soon they were both chatting. It was romantic to think of meeting this girl, deflowering her throat, and saying good-bye without knowing her name. Life is imperfect.

she asked. “I’ll pick,” he replied with a wink. He chose a romantic film titled *Love’s Timeless Journey*. As they settled into their seats, Michael took her hand, and she found herself enjoying the warmth of his touch. During a particularly passionate scene in the movie, Michael leaned in and kissed her. It was tender and unexpected, making Emma’s heart race. They didn’t stay for the entire film; halfway through, he whispered, “I have an idea. Let’s go.” They drove to his luxurious apartment. As they entered, Emma felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Michael, I’m not sure about this,” she said, her voice wavering.

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Their conversation echoed through the entire restaurant. "Jeremy, when is that old woman finally going to add your name to the deed?" "Soon. She's just a love-starved idiot. A few sweet words and she's completely lost. Once the house is mine, I'll dump her and marry you." "Sheesh, you're so bad… But I like it." The ring box fell from Jeremy's hand, snapping open with a loud clatter. The cheap moissanite rolled under the table. His face turned ghostly pale.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

"I think we could make a good family together." My eyes went wide as I stared at him, shock written all over my face. "Excuse me?" The words came out barely above a whisper. Eric Carrington looked back at me like he had said the most reasonable thing in the world, then without any warning he suddenly leaned forward and said, "Will you marry me, Paige?”

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?