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- Capítulos 12
"Y-You smoke too m-much" Arabella pouts but she's already sliding the cigarette from his fingers gentle as anything stubbing it out in the soil of the tiny succulent he keeps on his desk the one she gave him three weeks ago that he somehow hasn't killed yet.
Lucien stared at her. His green eyes catching the adorable smile already brightening her face.
No one touches his things. Yet she's touching his hand now her thumb brushing his knuckles where the skin's gone slightly rough, and his chest does whatever the fucking fluttery thing it always does when she looks at him like that.
"And you" he starts voice wrecked already. Fucking pathetic. "You talk too much."
But he doesn't even mean it. Honestly, he could drown in the beautiful, soft sound pouring from those rosy lips. Those rosy lips that seem to babble about anything and everything. Those very lips he so desperately craves on his. Fuck.
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She's sunshine in a broken world-bubbly, kind, stuttering through her wildest thoughts, finding beauty in colorful flowers and joy in silly romance novels.
He's ice in a tailored suit, CEO of a company he never wanted, grumpy at 6 AM, hell, even grumpy at midnight, smoking through his stress just to feel something burn.
She talks too much when she's excited. And that's basically always.
He hasn't had a real conversation in years. And frankly, he doesn't care to.
She's struggling, working in various jobs and surviving on croissants and hope, escaping a past that still texts her at 2 AM.
He's rich, cold, avoiding his parents' weekly "why are you still single" dinners by working himself into the ground.
She's all soft edges and "have a lovely day" to strangers.
He's all sharp lines and "get out of my fucking face" before coffee.
They shouldn't fit. They don't fit.
Yet somehow she's the only one whose blabber he doesn't want to silence with harsh words but with sweet kisses.
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