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

social revelry, Dylan returned,

glow of the television,

the dimness, Dylan’s return was a series of urgent whispers

warmth in the dark, but they held fast to a

said, a vow

mused over his restraint, feigning a purity

she would not

Their time would come.

shared, the

his parents, their future a canvas waiting to be

would call each other

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

soft in the shadowed

teased, affection coloring

embrace around Dylan betraying a hint

her more intensely, sweeping her up and over the couch’s