I Think I Love You?

I Think I Love You?

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Blake Rogers grew up with her older brother in the foster system. She went through many people leaving her making it difficult to let people in and to only trust her brother. Lillian Heart or lily for short. She grew up in the perfect family. Two rich and powerful lawyers as parents and one older sister and one younger brother. Everyone sees them as the perfect family with an older daughter who owns her own furniture business with a son with an IQ of 170. And Lillian Heart the supermodel and most paid model in the world.
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A small Christmas romance for this festive season. : : : A Billionaire (Logan) engaged to her new love, ventures home for Christmas to make things right with her first love (Olly). What could possibly go wrong "What?" I asked, a soft laugh escaping me. "Nothing," she said, her lips curving into a secret smile. "I just need to photograph you like this." "Why?" I asked, curious. "Because I can't help myself, Olly," she whispered, her gaze fixed on me, a quiet intensity in her words. She leaned in, her fingers cold but gentle against my skin, a sensation I wouldn't mind staying with me, gradually warming with each passing second. Her lips parted softly, and I didn't move, allowing her to close the distance between us. The kiss was tender, almost tentative, but it sent a shock through me, a spark that set my heart on fire. My hands instinctively found their way around her, fingers brushing through the dark strands of her hair, which spilled out from beneath her coat. She tilted her head, and a few strands of hair brushed my face, tickling my brow and forehead. Her kiss grew...

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