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Chapter Fifteen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Theo
The sea is calm, unwavering in front of us. It’s not an impressive sunset since it’s the middle of the winter, but it’s still hypnotizing to watch the waves come and roll away. I wonder if he’d like to take me on one of his famous walks…He startles me by reaching between us and grabbing my free hand from where it’s hanging off the armrest. I let him, because what else am I supposed to do? Not let myself indulge in his affection for a little while?
“Did you like dinner?” he asks softly.
I look at him. His eyes are lovely in the light of the setting sun, and his hair shines golden. It takes my breath away. How can someone be so beautiful and good and genuinely like me?
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my lips, “Yes. It almost beat my Nanny’s. So good.”
He rolls his eyes, “Of course. So posh. It’s okay. I’m not a sore loser.”
I feel myself grinning. He lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of my hand. It’s somewhere be
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