3″He strode in with effortless confidence—tall, sharp-jawed, a quiet intensity in his eyes. His tousled hair and perfectly unbuttoned shirt hinted at charm without trying. She looked up, their gazes locking like fate had orchestrated the moment. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips. “Hey,” he said, voice rich and smooth. She felt the pull instantly “Hi.” When he offered his hand, their fingers brushed—warm, electric. Something had already begun. what’s your name?
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