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

social revelry, Dylan returned, a

the glow of the television, had let the hours slip

the dimness, Dylan’s return was a

dark, but they held

said, a

a purity she knew

she would

Their time would come.

treasured what they shared, the quiet depth

travel to meet his parents, their future a canvas waiting to

autumn, they would

neck, tracing the lines of strength that she found so

was soft in

teased, affection

her embrace around Dylan betraying a hint of

up and over the couch’s arm to close the