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Chapter 5 Make me yours
For a moment, I am speechless. I don’t know how to respond to such words. It seems taken out of a romantic novel, one of those where the couple lives happily ever after, where there are no barbarians who hurt or a Lucian who tries to abuse your sister, where parents don’t offer you as a sacrifice to pay their debts.
One of those novels with endings apotheosically full of love.
“It’s a bit of a corny phrase.” I play hard to get, even though I feel like my heart has turned to butter: melted by this stranger. I smile at how he makes me feel.
“Corny or not, you’ve smiled.” He takes a step closer.
Our breaths come together in silence.
I can&rsquo
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