His breath was warm against my skin, and for a moment, everything else faded, just his presence, his closeness, the tension thick in the air.
"Are you always this difficult?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing.
I swallowed, my heart pounding. "I'm not difficult," I whispered back, though my voice betrayed me.
His gaze softened, his lips almost touching mine. "Then stop pushing me away, Cassie."
Before I could think, his lips brushed against mine, and everything shifted.
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In The Art of Being Lost, Cassie, a reclusive girl who hides her tender heart behind solitude, spends her days wandering the quiet aisles of her favorite bookstore. She's long dismissed the idea of connection, until one fateful Wednesday.
Aiden, a charming and carefree stranger, collides with her world amidst a cascade of books. Their first encounter is brief, but undeniable sparks fly. As Aiden's humor and optimism chip away at her defenses, Cassie finds herself questioning whether her isolation is a refuge or a prison.
A student professor arrange marriage romance 。*♡✧*。
✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧
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TROPES-
Arrange marriage ✓
Age gap ✓
Student × Professor ✓
Grumpy × Sunshine ✓
Slow burn✓
Jealousy ✓
Green flag ✓