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𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺...
For the past four weeks, he had walked into the little boutique where Christiana worked twice a week without fail. And every time, she knew exactly why he was there. Today was no different. A smile tugged at her lips the moment she spotted him strolling up to the small counter she was leaning over, casually flipping through one of the fashion magazines that always seemed to pile up there.
"Hi, welcome in! If there's anything you need help finding, don't hesitate to ask," Christiana announced in a playful, overly professional tone, her silvery voice dripping with sarcasm.
He laughed, playing along. "Actually, I'm looking for the men's section."
Christiana grinned, dropping the magazine and stepping out from behind the counter. "Oh, are we updating your wardrobe?" she teased, walking over to meet him face-to-face. "Because, honestly, it's about time. You dress like you're the lead in some cheesy '90s rom-com."
Her jab earned a sarcastic laugh. "Ha ha, you're hilarious," he replied dryly, closing the small distance between them. As he leaned in, his dark eyes locked onto hers, sending her stomach into a familiar spiral.
"But no," he said, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'm actually here to find clothes that a cute girl can rip off me."
Before she could process the audacity of his words, his arms slid around her waist, pulling her close until there was no space left between them.
Christiana blinked, momentarily stunned, before smirking. "That was unbelievably corny," she quipped, tilting her head slightly. "
But... give me five minutes."
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