Once inside, Zayren closed the door behind them, making Sarang frown slightly. “Zay⸺” she began, but he didn’t let her finish. He pinned her gently against the wall and pressed his lips to hers⸺this time, not so softly.
Sarang froze as she felt him deepen the kiss. He held her close, his touch gentle yet certain, and brushed his tongue against her lower lip, asking silently for entrance. But he stopped when he realized she wasn’t kissing him back.
Hi, I’m Taevya. Writing has always been my way of understanding emotions and exploring the complexities of relationships. I love telling stories about people who are imperfect, passionate, and trying to find their way through life’s twists and turns. My stories often revolve around love, misunderstandings, and the kind of connections that challenge and change us. I believe in creating characters who feel real and crafting moments that make you laugh, cry, and maybe even see a little of yourself in them. Thank you for being here and sharing this journey with me. I hope my stories bring you as much joy and inspiration as they bring me.
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