Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Every game, Flora was a whirlwind, taking just two minutes to completely crush her opponents before breezing onto the next match. As the competition got tougher, nobody could quite keep up with her. Team Breeze's points and rankings shot up like fireworks, leaving the gaming community buzzing with excitement. Jules, Ethan, and the rest of Team Breeze were practically speechless. They'd run out of clever comebacks and simply basked in the glory of effortless victories. Flora had single-handedly propelled Team Breeze from a modest level three to the top-tier level nine in under

twenty minutes. After this impressive display, she logged off, ignoring messages from Kruz and Jules.

Just as Flora shut down her computer, the bathroom door swung open. Connor stepped out, wrapped in a dark blue bathrobe, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. The robe hung slightly open at the neck, teasing a view of his sun-kissed skin and the hint of chiseled abs beneath.

"Finished your game?" he asked.

Flora nodded, her eyes fixed on him. Connor handed her some pajamas from the wardrobe. "Go take a shower. You've been burning the midnight oil lately. Let's get some early shut-eye tonight."

"I don't feel like showering," Flora said, wrapping her arms around his waist. She was seated, and he stood before her, her face pressed against his stomach.

"Connor," she murmured, her voice gentle and sweet, weaving a spell in the evening's dim light, stirring something deep within him.

Connor swallowed, his eyes darkening with a smoldering glow. "Can I skip the shower and just crash? We can deal with it in the morning, right?"

kitten. Faced with her imploring eyes, Connor couldn't resist. His gaze burned with intensity as he scooped her up and gently laid her on the bed. The next morning, Flora didn't stir until half-past ten. The aftermath of last night's shenanigans

flipping through the newspaper. When he noticed her waking up, he warmed up

up and shooting him a playful

waist to give a soothing massage. His touch eased her discomfort, and soon, Flora

her porridge,

had bombarded her with messages. Ethan, bless her heart, seemed to have pulled

four in the

quickly and found a message from Mr Tanner

lunch today to chat about the finals.

Mr. Tanner followed up twenty minutes later "Please come. Everyone's eager to see you. They want to apologize, and it would be great to

en

She wasn't exactly itching for their apologies, but Mr. Tanner's earnestness tugged at her a bit. She replied,

Flora was avoiding them, never guessing she had just woken up With finals looming