Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
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Serena
Two warm hands were embracing me from behind as the sunshine poured through the window drapes of his bedroom.
For a moment, all I could gather up were my instincts, the sensations I felt in my rigid spine, the aroma that dazzled my vision.
He was still sleeping. His breathing was softer against my shoulder as he breathed in and out. But I couldn't be sure if he were really sleeping.
Still, I turned my face towards him and looked at him. With butterfly eyelashes that concealed a pair of luminous blue eyes, a perfect jawline, tanned skin and ruffled jet black hair, he looked strikingly handsome.
Am I daydreaming?
Is he really mine?
"Hello, gorgeous."
His voice came softer than I've ever heard and it rose the en
