Chapter Twenty One
Stolen Kisses & Spilled Spells In the golden haze of late spring, days in the town drifted by like petals on a breeze—sweet, warm, and tinged with laughter. The Heart of it All, nestled by a blooming garden, became a haven not only for weary travelers but for stolen moments, flirty spells, and the slow, inevitable falling that began with flour-covered fingers and ended in heartbeats. Althea and Luca grew closer by the hour, wrapped in the golden thread of slow-burning magic and something even more dangerous—genuine affection. What started as hesitant, almost accidental brushes turned into familiar grazes and shared warmth. A flour-dusted hand lingering on a forearm. A playful bump of hips. A knowing glance over the rim of a teacup. And always, always the tension of almost. A hand brushi
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