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She raised her head to look at him after glancing at their hands that were tightly clasped together. He kissed her lips while grinning at her. She leaned in for another kiss and added, "I love this about you."

He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I love it when you do it too. She purses her lips while maintaining a constant smile. She encircled his neck in her arms as she simply gazed at him, planning their future together. Daydreaming about that felt particularly peaceful now that her father had finally given his consent for her to be with him.

She was finally going to have a happy ending and her desire will come true. His black hair was curling, and she ran her fingers through it. She could grow accustomed to touching his hair and smothering his face in kisses before bed or whatever else they choose to do each night.

How is your ankle doing? He queried. She laughed while rolling her eyes. "Blake, a month has passed. I feel more positive than before," she de