He walked in the door. It had been a long day.
She stood over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She looked amazing—she always did. Even after all these years, she still took his breath away.
He stepped up behind her and gently placed a hand on her hip. She turned toward him, their eyes meeting for just a moment before their lips did.
The kiss was deep, full of passion and unspoken yearning. He pulled her closer, and she yielded, their bodies folding into one another like perfectly matched puzzle pieces.
The outside world faded. The weight of the day disappeared, replaced by a rising heat between them.
He held her tightly, kissing her with purpose. His love for her was something he never quite found the words to describe—intense, effortless, rare.
She felt his passion and pressed into him, her own desire just as fierce. She never fully understood what it was about him—he was goofy, so different from anyone she’d known. But the connection between them was undeniable, and the warmth he sparked inside her was real.
Without a word, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
The Hopeless Romantic
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