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"My beloved-"
"I'm not beloved."
"-dearest-"
"I'm not your fucking dearest."
"-little-"
"Did you just fucking call me short?"
"Ducky." He finished
"Yeah, you've definitely crossed the line now." I faintly head Sarah singsong ahead of us.
"Oh he didn't just cross the line." I grumbled. "He leaped with freaking flying colours."
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Ariel wanted nothing more than a new start, somewhere to forget the past and move on. Finally deciding to complete the one dream that she has had since she was a child. To go to Europe. But exploring indefinitely with a soon-to-be-married sister and some hot locals, isn't all as they expected. Add in a dash of trouble, a drop of danger and a sprinkle of love? Things start to heat up, sparks fly and memories are made, and before you know it you have the perfect recipe for disaster.
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