Tanya, Mi Madre
Her amber eyes shimmered with a watery glow as she flashed a mischievous smile, the corners of her lips curling up in a lazy, teasing arc.
She looked confident and radiant, carrying a laid-back certainty of victory. It was an expression she never showed in front of others.
Indeed, she knew.
That damn bouquet of lilies. Their sharp, heady scent set Luciano's nerves tingling, stirring an unbearable restlessness in him.
Tanya's cool fingers tapped Luciano's forehead, like a mother scolding her naughty child.
Her fingers slid down to his nose, lingered briefly at the part of his lips, brushed past his throat, then continued lower.
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