One day I will marry you

One day I will marry you

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I love you, Aron said as he pinned me against the wall. I love you too i replied before our lips met and we did our first kiss. This story is about Emily and Aron that how they became lovers when they had no chance with each other and after becoming lovers they faced many problems in which even their own family members were against them so would they support each other till the end? And would they make their dream of marrying with each other come true? Let's know about their journey and never ending love story.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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