romance
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“You’re delusional if you think that wine was worth the hype.” Your voice is silk over steel. “Overripe tannins. No balance.” His glass halts mid-air. A slow blink. Then, a smirk—dangerous, lazy. “And yet, it outsold yours.” You step closer, heels clicking against marble. “Popularity doesn’t mean quality, CEO.” He chuckles, low, rich. “And yet,
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You reach for a glass. So does he. Your fingers brush—just a second, just enough to make your breath hitch. You feel the heat of his skin, the rough drag of his fingertips before he pulls back. Slowly. Him: You always this warm? You: You always this close? He doesn’t move away. Neither do you.
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Your new neighbour turns out to be the guy you had a one-night stand with the night you broke up with your ex—and it was the best sex of your life. Two weeks later, he moves into your neighbourhood. Just when you thought you were done with men and ready to focus on your goals…
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when he is the definition of the “unreal” type of love he wants you. he needs you. he genuinely desires you. he’d die to have you. he’d give anything to be with you. he’d live for you the most beautiful movie i watched last week was the idea of you the movie has what we
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i love intimacy. i love everything that feels close, warm, emotional, vulnerable, and special. i crave that depth. i want romance. i want consistency, loyalty, the random looks of admiration. i want small thoughtful gifts. I want big ones too. i want soft kisses from nowhere. i want big reassuring words. i want big bear
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i believe sex isn’t the most intimate thing. i believe in meaningful conversations. if i give you my thoughts you’ll walk away with a piece of me. and so i want to know you beyond your body. i want to walk the cosmos with your thoughts and dreams. i want to view the world the
Zen… 