AnaThe first time I saw Christian, I was sitting at the kitchen counter, minding my own business when the front door opened. I glanced up, expecting my mom, but instead, in walked this tall, striking man. My throat went dry.“Who’s that?” I whispered to myself, eyes fixed on him as he strode in with confidence.“Christian, this is Ana,” my mom introduced, her voice warm with pride. “Ana, meet Christian. He’s… my fiancé.”Fiancé? I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he smiled and reached out his hand to shake mine. My heart fluttered, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.“Nice to meet you, Ana.” His voice was deep, smooth, and something about it made my stomach do a flip.“Uh… yeah, you too,” I stammered, trying to play it cool, but I knew my cheeks were burning.As he settled into the kitchen, chatting with my mom like they’d known each other forever, I couldn’t stop staring. His broad shoulders, the way his jaw clenched when he wasn’t speaking, and those eyes. God, his eyes.I felt a st
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