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

in social revelry, Dylan returned, a little worse

television, had

a series of urgent whispers and fervent

the dark, but they held fast to a

said, a vow for

over his restraint, feigning a purity she knew

would

Their time would come.

shared,

they would travel to meet his parents, their future a canvas waiting to be

would call each

lingered on his neck, tracing the lines of strength that she

was soft in the

bold,” he teased, affection coloring his

chuckled softly, her embrace around Dylan

her more intensely, sweeping her up and over the couch’s arm to close the distance between their