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True love never happens in a season...

And things happened without hesitation…at the balcony, under the fullness of the moon.

“Clarrise, wake up!” a loud voice and a shake in my shoulder has stopped my romantic evening in my dream.

Every step I make was accompanied by more or less ten heartbeats as I can hear it.

My God! He’s so handsome. And I don’t care about the 7th floor now.

I looked at his belt down to his toes. He has that long, muscled legs in those pants. I know it.

I signed the contract about my painting job with mixed emotions…excitement, joy and a liitle fear.