IrisSky

"What are you doing?" I looked at the man who walked towards me with an evil smile. I could not help but swallow.

"We are dating." He said as he stood in front of me. His hands touched my chin as he smiled. 

I looked into his eyes. Something that I had always admired. "But it is a .."

Before I could finish an hot sensation touched my lips as I was pulled into his arms. All of my emotions that I had hidden till now, just exploded.

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I was a person that believed in love but was never loved. Until Valentine's Day changed my whole life. This is my story, the story of Rosabel McCarthy who found love in an unexpected situation. Follow me as we dive into a love story that did not start with love.

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Rosabel: My beautiful rose

I walked down as I saw Rosabel cooking.

The image left a sweet taste in my mouth. It felt like a family. My family. Staying with Rosabel was bringing so much emotion to me.

I walked towards the seat and I saw Rosabel looking at me with a smile. Her hands had a bowl of soup in them. Her eyes stared at me as if she was eager to make me taste her masterpiece.

My lips curled up as I looked at Rosabel,  "Why are you looking at me as if you have seen a ghost?"

Her eyes looked down as she did not reply. I wanted to laugh at it. She looked like a rabbit at times.

I sat on the chair as I saw Rose sit beside me. Her eyes were glowing as she pushed the bowl in front of me.

The fragrance was intoxicating. My eyes moved towards the kitchen where I could see it in full view. The mess was evident but there was still something a little mess in it.

This Late?