My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0459

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“These days, if I like something, I go for it. If someone interests me, I let them know. And to be honest, this hasn’t happened to me before–not until yesterday. It’s no secret like you, Celeste. You’re a beautiful woman, and I’m genuinely interested in getting to know you

“This morning, when I left your apartment, I felt like something was missing. All day, I couldn’t shake that feeling. And now that you’re here in front of me, I know it was you. You’re what’s missing, Celeste. Call me crazy or eccentric, but since I saw you yesterday morning, something inside me hasn’t been at ease. I love your scent roses and water. I love your wild curls, your natural beauty the way you look in your school uniform, and how stunning you are right now. You’re an incredibly sensual woman, and belleve me, a thousand thoughts are running through my head. But the main one is this: I like you, and I want to court you.

“I want to know you better. I want to take you out to dinner, have coffee with you, go to the movies. I want to do things I haven’t done in ages. I want to kiss those full, rosy lips. I want to know what your kisses taste like. I want to hear your voice when I call you. I want to feel the softness of your skin. I want to know the taste of your body…”

wide–eyed. Of all the things she could have imagined happening tonight, hearing these words from Peter had never crossed her mind. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her, stirring something deep in her stomach. Peter finished his wine

had been so long since he’d done something like this, and it felt euphoric. If it were up to him, he’d take things further right then and there, but

it had been years since she’d allowed anyone to show her affection–except for the innocent gestures of her young students. But this was different. The butterflies that had

brushed against her skin, making her shiver, Peter noticed and

home before you catch a cold,” he

what had just

back, a comfortable silence settled between them. It wasn’t awkward–each was lost in their own thoughts. Peter wanted more. He didn’t want Celeste to be just a fleeting encounter from the weekend. He wanted to see her again, to

on hers, could still smell his masculine cologne, could still hear his quickened