PRECIOUS I was still giggling when I saw Nate. He was bent on, his hands fastening his shoe laces, with his back facing me. He was dressed in a beige shirt and charcoal trousers, each piece tailored to perfection, highlighting his lean physique. The sunlight gently kissed his hair, casting a warm, golden halo around him. As he straightened up and turned around, his eyes met mine, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. His smile, oh, his smile could light up the darkest corners of my soul. His eyes held a twinkle, a mixture of mischief and tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. With a playful wink, he approached, his steps confident and purposeful. As he reached out to hold my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and belonging. "Nate," I whispered, my voice barely audible as he pulled me into an embrace. His rich manly scent missed with cologne filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, enjoying the moment. He lifted up my face with his left hand, eyes filled w
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