The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body, and I was getting ready for work. Yesterday, Andre agreed with me to take my spot back at his company. He was such a wonderful friend. If it were some folks, they’d go ahead to do something that was not on the right side.

Luke was walking around the room, making a phone call. I just stood, watching him until he was done. He let out a sigh since his talk on the phone was more of an argument than a conversation. But staring at me, he smiled.

“Is it just me, or do you look absolutely pretty whenever you step out of the shower?”

He walked closer to me.

“Oh really, you think so?”

“You haven’t noticed?” he raised an eyebrow. Oh, right, I forgot. You can’t look at yourself unless you go and stand close to a mirror.

“There’s a mirror right there.” I gestured towards the mirror fixed on the wall in the

room.

“Go take a look at yourself then.” Luke grinned at me.

I sighed and moved towards the mirror. The cool air of the room contrasted with the warmth still radiating from my skin. Luke followed closely behind, his presence a

comforting fervor at my back.

Standing in front of the mirror, I caught our reflections. The contrast between my towel–wrapped form and his casual, everyday attire highlighted the intimacy of the

moment.

Luke’s hands found their way to my shoulders, his touch gentle. Our eyes met through the mirror; his gaze was soft yet intense, making my heart flutter.

“See?” he said quietly, his voice soothing to the fullest. “Absolutely stunning.”

help the smile that spread across my face, feeling a blend of

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a special touch,” I teased, meeting his gaze in the

leaning in so

in his voice, coupled with the affection in his eyes, wrapped around me like a baronial embrace. Our

than just the physical aspect of us standing there. It was as

mirror reflected back the depth of our connection, the silent communication and understanding that had grown between

from our reflection to

The world seemed to narrow down to just

the early morning light casting

moment, I found a profound sense of peace and mirth. With Luke behind me, his hands on my shoulders, I felt grounded, as if everything in

comfort, the love, and the

own–to be there,

was needed to see the beauty of what we had together. It was right there, in the way we stood,

about me trying to choose a dress for work today, and guess what!

have here,” he muttered, pulling out a dress and holding

up for inspection.

an eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re not going to suggest that I wear that neon pink disaster

tossing the offending dress over his

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out dresses of varying colors and styles, each one more outrageous than the

exclaimed, shaking my head in mock dismay.

charged,” he admitted with a grin, holding up a sequined monstrosity that seemed to glitter under

at

dress out of his hand.

something more subtle,

in defeat. “Fine, fine. But where’s the fun in subtle?” he teased, finally

the

the dress from him, inspecting it with a critical eye. “Now