Chapter Two: Sweet Moments

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Her name was Maya, and she smelled like cocoa butter. Every time we were together, I felt enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and sweetness. We spent countless afternoons exploring the countryside, sharing stories, and dreaming of the future. Her laughter was infectious, a melody that played in my mind even when we were apart.

One evening, as the sky turned shades of pink and orange, we found ourselves lying on a blanket in the middle of a meadow. She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. It was the first of many cocoa butter kisses, each one more intoxicating than the last.

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