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She curled against his chest, legs draped over his thigh, and let him feed her bites of spring roll between soft kisses to her temple. The girls teased them mercilessly, but Charlotte didn’t mind. Not even a little. A day after tomorrow, they were leaving for wherever Johnny’s surprise was. Some days of just them… no drama, no interruptions, most importantly, no exes. The table was almost empty when the door to Tim’s private room finally opened.

Nao tilted his face while looked at her. "no, I'm fine" Loki blushed as Nao approached closely on her face. "All alrighty then" Nao smiled a bit while his hand was still gripped on Loki’s arms. She just stopped remembering Nao's face where she could seen how cute he looked while asleep. Since she already here now and they’re met each other in unexpected time. Loki wanted to know what’s going on his life while she was gone. Loki offered him by poking his shoulder “ Do you like to drink coffee or hot chocolate on Star bucks?" and she added a few words "Don't worry, it's my treat" smiled widely and winked at him. Nao refused her offered as they walked into the Star bucks. "I'd rather pay yo

followed him out to the bar. "What's your poison?" He asked me as went around the bar. "Martini?" Ugh of course he'd suggest that. "Crown and Redbull. Double shot." He was behind the bar making it. "Where are you from?" He asked. "England, but I've been around." He turned around and placed the drink in front of me. I was already a few drinks in but I needed a reason to go in and to feel him out. His elbows rested on the bar just looking at me. He held his hand out to me. "Jace." I grabbed my drink and took it all back and put it in his hands right before I put a 50 bill on the countertop. "Thanks for the drink, Jace." I think he was taken back really. Probably because with an ego as big as

Perhaps all his previous misfortunes were meant to bring the immense luck of him meeting Hannah. Hannah blinked slowly. Something in her mind cleared up. It seemed like she had been too constrained by the book. The book revolved around Misty and Cedric's love story, and the side characters were only there to serve them. However, the world was never as simple as it was depicted in the book. The characters that weren't mentioned in the book were real; the food was real, and the scent of the flowers was real as well. Darren, who was only briefly mentioned in the book, not only didn't pass away at a young age, but he became more successful than everyone else.

she mocked. " No reservations? " I frowned, looking at her with a confused smile on my face as I realized I had no idea what she was talking about. " Yes, that romance with Catharine Zeta"Jones and Nicholas Palmer. Are you going to tell me that you're the kind of guy who only watches movies with gunshots and explosions? I couldn't help laughing at his phrase, looking away towards the steps. " Actually, I don't usually watch movies, so I don't know this one. " I explained.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, and all their worries and fears faded away as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kiss was tender and intense, each movement of their lips perfectly synchronized. Liam's hand rested on her waist, pulling her in closer, while Penelope's fingers ran through his hair, exploring every inch of him. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private moments.

I closed my eyes, a blissful smile appearing on my face as his lips touched my skin. Suddenly, he held my face and passionately kissed me in front of Nora and James. As his lips met mine, I completely forgot about our surroundings. I felt an incredible sensation. He ignited a fire within me. I grabbed his hair and eagerly kissed him back. His hands explored my body, arousing me with each touch and kiss. I yearned to feel his lips all over my body. Every inch of me longed for his touch, and my soul yearned to merge with his forever.

Chapter 4 He didn’t wait for her assent as he tipped her chin higher and lowered his head. His lips were gentle against hers, coaxing a response she wanted to give. This gentle fluttering of his mouth against hers was nothing like the clumsy kiss a classmate had stolen from her when she was thirteen. Moving slowly, he deepened the kiss until she pressed against him, hand tangled in his now-dry curls. His tongue swept inside her mouth, igniting a spark that seemed to burn all the way through her. With shy strokes, she returned his caresses, darting her tongue into his mouth and out again as courage waned.

It was cold, shivering from the evening chill. ​"Just hold my hand," I said, looking her directly in the eyes. "If you're scared, stay close. I'm not going anywhere." ​For the next hour, we wandered the perimeter. The school felt like a haunted fortress. We eventually found ourselves sitting on the steps of the chapel, the only place with a working floodlight. We talked about small things—music, the books we liked, the weird habits of our professors. For a few hours, the gap between the billionaire’s daughter and the baker’s apprentice didn't seem so wide.

I never expected a library date to turn into this kind of chaos, but with Sophia, nothing ever stays simple. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty texts after class, stolen kisses in the dorm hallway, that one night last month where we almost went all the way before her roommate barged in. Drama followed us like a bad habit. She was the bold one, the artist with wild curls and a laugh that could light up a room, while I, Elena, was the quiet bookworm, always overthinking everything. Our first real date? A “book date” in the university library, because apparently sharing poetry under fluorescent lights was romantic. Or so she said.