A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

She stuck her tongue out in response, the moment light and teasing.

Fresh from the shower, Dylan was greeted by her embrace, her kiss.

“New toothpaste,” she whispered against his lips.

“Can you tell?”

Clad in just his bathrobe, his presence was undeniable.

He enveloped her carefully, as though she were porcelain.

Her slender frame seemed so delicate in his embrace.

Dipping his head, he met her lips once more, a kiss deepening before he murmured, “I can taste the difference now.

”

A shy warmth colored her cheeks.

In those days, their coexistence was tender, marked by kisses and nothing else.

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innocence preserved, his touch never ventured

a night steeped in social revelry, Dylan returned,

of the television, had let

dimness, Dylan’s return was a series of urgent

in the dark, but

he’d said, a vow for

his restraint, feigning a purity she knew was tender

she would not press

Their time would come.

what they shared, the quiet

parents,

would call each other

neck, tracing the lines of strength

was soft

teased, affection coloring his

embrace around

sweeping her up and over the couch’s arm to close