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... , as he strolled into the room with a large fruit basket in hand. His confident gait made it seem as though he hadn’t disappeared from her life for days on end but only been away for a couple of hours.

Without a word, he set the basket aside, closed the distance between them, tilted her chin with a familiar ease, and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. The gesture was casual, yet it left her breathless, her thoughts spinning. Before she could fully process his return, he turned to h ...

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