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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.”

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

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does add a special touch,” I teased,

not the mirror,” he insisted, leaning in so his head was just over my shoulder. It’s you. The mirror

his eyes, wrapped around me like a baronial

capture more than just the physical aspect of us

connection, the silent communication

reflection to meet my

to narrow down to just

casting a soft glow around

found a profound sense of peace and mirth. With Luke behind me, his hands on my shoulders, I felt grounded, as if everything in my life had led me to this point of greatness

you,” I whispered, not just for the compliment but for the comfort, the love, and the shared life that seemed to promise

wordless promise of his own–to be there, to support, to cherish. As I leaned back

of what we had together. It was right there, in the way we stood,

today, and guess what! It didn’t

muttered, pulling out a dress and

up for inspection.

raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re not going to suggest

the offending dress over his

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his search, pulling out dresses of varying colors and styles,

torture me?” I exclaimed, shaking my head in mock dismay. “I think-

a grin, holding up a sequined monstrosity that seemed to glitter under the room’s fluorescent

at the

out of his hand. “I’d blind everyone

Let’s aim for something more subtle, shall we?”

“Fine, fine. But where’s the fun

the bag.

him, inspecting it with a critical eye. “Now we’re talking,” I declared, holding it

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