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“Ok sure, should I write it down or you'll type it on your phone” “ Let me just quickly type it on my phone” She gave him her number and he called her, her cell phone rang and she also saved his number “ I never got a chance to thank you for the gifts and the money. Thank you so much” “Oh those it's nothing, actually I thought you wouldn't like them or you would think that I think you're cheap and can be bought easily with gifts. I panicked” “I thought it was cute really, gifting people randomly or the ones I love is my love language”

“Good. I am glad that we are clear on that. If that’s the case, from now on, if you are serious about winning Miss Olivia Green, you will never ask your secretary to bring her flowers. It will be personally handled by you, Mr. Holding.” “I am busy. I paid my secretary to do the job,” he declared. “Traveling here is tedious and tiring.” “Wrong choice of words, Mr. Holding. That is also the reason why Miss Olivia is hesitating to get back to you. You lack the effort to do so.” “Isn’t this enough for her to forgive me? I personally came here and cleared my schedules.” “It is not enough for Miss Olivia Green. You have to do better than this, Mr. Holding. Wait. Do you know what Olivia's love lang

he asked, gesturing to the cupcakes. I picked one up, taking a small bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue. “These are amazing,” I said after I relished on the taste, my eyes lighting up. Perhaps he knew how starved I used to be in the pack, so he knew that my love language was going to be food. He was using it to find himself a way into my heart, and I hated that it was working. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity as he stared at me with the same twinkle like he was gazing up at stars.

Tessa said. “This is my love language. Spending on you, serving you, spending quality time with you, assuring you of my love and not forgetting…” Aaron trailed, sliding his hand around her waist and whispered in his deep raspy voice, “Craving you.”

My heart, the traitorous thing that it was, continued to yearn, to hope for something that Calix had explicitly stated he could not, would not, offer. My love language, the quiet way I showed affection, had always been acts of service. It was how I expressed care, felt useful, and connected with people on a deeper level. And as my feelings for Calix deepened, this instinct became almost unbearable. I wanted to do things for him, ease his burdens, and show him, in small, subtle ways, that I cared. He was always in one meeting or the other, endless calls, and always working later, rarely pausing for breath. I knew he had staff for everything, but there was a quiet, almost desperate need in me

"When someone tells me their husband isn't as loving anymore... my first question wouldn't be 'What did he stop giving you?'" She shook her head. "My first question would be... 'What happened between both of you?'" Silence. "Because marriage isn't only about receiving. It's also about giving." She met Jovi's eyes. "Sometimes giving means listening. It means apologizing first even we didn't feel like we did something wrong. And sometimes it means learning to love someone in the way they understand." She smiled and took a glance of her reflection. "We all need love. We all have different love language. Our love doesn't always look the same. Some people need words. Some people need time. Some n

Goosebumps poured all over my back, opening my neck for his caressing voice. I swallowed to stay focused on the conversation but blurted the first thing that sprang up. “What's your love language?” I could barely whisper, my mind absorbed by his thick digit gliding along my loveline. “Guess,” he said, his voice huskier than a second ago. And I could no longer ignore his burning gaze. The intensity of his desires scorched my insides. Those blue sapphires shackled me as he licked the deep V between my fingers, the hot tip of his tongue dipping in….

“What other things do you want, kitten? Tell me and I will give you everything.” Can you give me your heart, Everette? “Treating me nice is already good enough. Aside from physical touch as my love language, an act of service is also another thing.” “That’s all?” he asked in a surprise voice. “It isn’t just all. For me, it’s one of the best things someone would do for me.” “Are you sure?” he asked again, making sure that I was not mistaken.

“I can’t help it. Now that line has been broken, I can’t seem to stop.” Pushing his body against mine, he cupped my face and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m not complaining. This is my love language.” “Love language?” Piercy leaned back. “How someone expresses their love towards someone else. I loved being touched and touching you. Touching you is how I express my feelings for you. It calms me. You knew I was a touchy person.” “I didn’t realize it was that important to you.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry you have to sit with them.”

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the sweetness of the moment. “Thank you. But you know this is all unnecessary, right?” I said, pulling away from his embrace. He chuckled. “You tell me this every year, but does it ever change?” He asked. “Ok, that’s fair. Your love language is giving gifts, I get it.” I said, and with a playful snap of my fingers, a beautiful vase filled with water appeared. I gently placed the golden roses into it, their delicate petals unfolding like tiny rays of sunshine.