His Red Gardenia

His Red Gardenia

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In a crowded room wherever she was, was where his eyes were. Her aura was as vibrant as the single gardenia in the garden of roses. Neither didn't belong there but their beds had been made.
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I met his gaze as his hand inched closer to my neck, our faces mere inches apart. His large, tattooed hand almost encircled my neck, his thumb softly grazing like a feather. "I've imagined doing so much to you," he murmured. His thumb pressed gently into the center of my neck as his eyes stayed locked on my lips. _____________ Ares Salvatore's world was a fortress he built himself - cold, impenetrable, and a refuge where no one dared to enter. But then Petra Ramirez stormed into his life like a hurricane, shattering the walls he'd carefully erected and becoming the key to unlock the one thing he'd sworn to keep hidden: his heart 🔑.

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