The Billionaire Waitress
“But your mom… she looks at me like I’m temporary.”
He stopped, turning me to face him, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, his touch soft but electric. “You’re not temporary,” he growled, his hazel eyes blazing. “You’re my future.” His kiss was fierce, his lips claiming mine, his tongue teasing, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. I melted into him, my fingers gripping his shirt, a soft moan escaping as my body pressed closer, craving more, but the weight of his family’s eyes held me back.
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