The Flower Girl
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Last published Sat, Feb 13, 2021
One day Nevaeh got flowers, not just any flowers, but her favorite one. She is sure that it is mistake. Is it really?
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He lean towards me, cup my chin with his thumb and pointed finger and planted his surprisingly soft lips on my other cheek. Oh man!
I was about to wipe his kiss but he smile and catch my wrist. "If you do that, I just keep kissing your cheek" he say smirking with that twinkling hazel eyes.
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