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.”

smile that spread across

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add a special touch,”

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

sincerity in his voice, coupled with the affection in his eyes, wrapped around me like a

to capture more than just the physical aspect of us standing there. It was

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

our reflection to meet

lingering in the air. The world seemed to narrow

the early morning light casting a soft glow around us.

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 and

but for the comfort, the love, and the shared life that

wordless promise of his own–to be there, to

I realized that no mirror was needed to see the beauty of what we had together. It was right there, in the way we stood, in the way we looked at each other, and in the silent promises we made

dress for work today, and guess what! It didn’t take long before Luke rummaged through my

see what we have here,” he muttered, pulling out a dress and holding it

up for inspection.

crossed, and raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re not going to

dress over his shoulder. “Not a chance.

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pulling out dresses

you trying to torture me?” I exclaimed, shaking my head in mock dismay. “I

sequined monstrosity that seemed

at the office.”

swatting the dress out of his

Let’s aim for something more

disappointment, dramatically throwing his hands up in defeat. “Fine, fine. But where’s the fun in subtle?” he teased, finally pulling

underneath the bag.

it with a critical eye. “Now we’re talking,” I declared, holding it up against myself in