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“That was one of the worst days I've ever had. It was a terrible, terrible day that you actually made better. I didn't feel strong at all.” “You could have fooled me,” he said, dropping his counting hand back to the table. He smiled, lighting up his face. “I've never connected with anyone the way I do with you. You make me laugh without trying and I can talk to you for hours. Not to mention you're pretty damn good in the sack.” I laughed. Leave it to a guy to bring sex into a romantic conversation.

“That hesitation means no.” “He said thank you,” I defended weakly. Amanda stared at me. “Romance is dead.” I threw a cushion at her face. She caught it easily while laughing. Elena looked between us, still smiling. “Okay, but besides the financial disaster… do you like him?” The question landed harder than I expected. I looked away first. “He’s easy to talk to.” Amanda immediately pointed at me like she had just won something. “That’s huge for her.”

"No work, I promise. I just want to talk." Worry creeps up on me again. Talk? What does he mean by talk? Like, talk about us being over? Talk about there never being an Us. My heart nearly stops. Did someone die? Is that what he wants to talk about? My blood pressure rises and my heart beat quickens with panic. "Stop getting so worked up about it," Ramon chuckles softly. "It's not anything bad, little wolf. I just simply want to talk, and enjoy your company." He sighs. I look up at him and knot my eyebrows.

I asked. “Yeah, sweep her off her feet. They’re both into romantic movies, so a bold confession of your love should do the trick.” Roman said and I wasn’t sure he was joking or not. “I am not even sure I am in love with her, besides, I have a hard time talking to her.” “That’s because you like her! You see, you didn’t used to have trouble talking to her. Even your weird anxiety is letting you know you like Maggie.” “You’re annoying.”

“Too much?” “No,” I whispered quickly. “Just… don’t stop.” His smile softened, and he leaned in, kissing me—slow, warm, lingering. Not rushed. Not hungry. Just full. When we pulled back, my heart felt like it might burst. “I’ve never had this,” he said quietly. “Someone I can talk to like this. Laugh with. Be real with.” I traced his jaw gently. “Me neither.” We stayed there, wrapped in each other, talking about silly childhood dreams, embarrassing moments, favorite family memories—our voices low, our laughter soft, our touches easy and familiar.

“Right… Okay, you two need to do away with the friendship between the two of you. Even if you two are alone together, you need to practice your romance. Acting out under the watchful eyes of people will look easy for you but stiff to the onlookers.” Raina came over to where I was and pointed at Sandy. “Have you two even kissed before?” She asked and it felt like the room became smaller. “K-Kissed?” Sandy chuckled. “No… why would we do that?” “You see?!” Raina’s loud voice made me jump. I sighed. “Can you go straight to the point?”

"That's what's known as a double entendre. We were talking about wine, but the conversation could have easily been about your time in your bed with your mates." Heat flared through my cheeks. "Do people really talk about sex like that? Just out in the open?" She nodded. "Some more than others. Some more tawdry or trashy than others. But yes, sex is a common conversation among humans. Of both genders." Drace came back over, a wan smile on her face. "Remind me to never drink tequila again." Her flowing accent was gone. She rubbed a hand over her belly. "Now I need some food to sop up whatever's left in there." She chuckled. "And it isn't much."

I wanted us to talk while we romanced and he was confused as to why. His eyes lift to gaze at me in the funniest of fashions, and I propose, delighted at his confused expression, that if I didn't laugh, I would be a robot. “Indeed, don't you think it would make the enjoyment much greater?” I asked him. It’s something I always wanted to try. To talk while making love. “It could be!” I push myself up and groan in pleasure as he murmurs, giving me a light smack on my right cheek and another on my ass. "What is it we should speak about?" He asked

Roman said. Tiffany nodded and followed him. All through the way back, they talked about random topics. Roman brought up a joke which made Tiffy laugh. It was as if they've been friends for a long time. ••••••• "This is my first time enjoying sex so badly. Fvck!, I feel like we should do this forever. " Ava moaned. "I'll get going, don't show yourself in front of me again. I don't fvck the same slut twice." Brent said, buckling his belt.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a symphony of shared dreams, fears, and aspirations that wove a tapestry of connection between them. In slow motion, they found themselves drawn to a park bathed in moonlight, the silvery beams casting a magical aura over the surroundings. As they settled on a bench, the air between them crackled with the unspoken promises of a slow burn romance that was waiting to unfold in the quiet spaces between their hearts.