TO LOVE AGAIN ❤️

Lily Montgomery had always believed that true love was a fleeting fantasy-a story written in fairy tales and told by the romantic souls who still believed in magic. She had long ago accepted the quiet, simple life of a bookstore owner in the heart of a sleepy town. The smell of old pages and the sound of rustling paper were her companions, and though the town had its fair share of visitors, Lily was content to keep her own company.

The small, ivy-covered bookstore, The Paper Lily, had been passed down through generations, and it was in the center of town, nestled between a cozy café and a flower shop. To Lily, it was more than a business; it was her sanctuary.

One rainy afternoon, when the sky was a blanket of grey and the sound of raindrops created a soothing rhythm on the windows, a figure stepped into the bookstore. He looked out of place-a man in a tailored suit, dripping wet, with a slightly disheveled appearance. His eyes were a deep, soulful brown, and he exuded a presence that could only be described as magnetic. Lily had never seen him before, though the town was small enough for everyone to know each other.

The man shook off the rain from his umbrella before carefully folding it and setting it aside. He took a few steps into the shop, his gaze sweeping over the shelves, as if he was looking for something specific. The bell above the door jingled softly as he entered, and the sound echoed through the quiet store.

"Can I help you find something?" Lily's voice was soft, almost hesitant. She wasn't used to speaking to strangers, especially ones who seemed so... out of place in her peaceful corner of the world.

The man turned to her, his expression warm and inviting. "I'm looking for a very specific book," he said, his voice low and rich with an accent that Lily couldn't quite place. "Wuthering Heights."

Lily's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't a rare book by any means, but it was one she held close to her heart. It had been the first book she'd read after leaving university, and its themes of passion and heartbreak had resonated with her deeply. It was a story she often thought about but never shared with anyone.

"I believe we have a copy," she said, walking toward the back of the store. Her fingers brushed over the spines of the books as she searched. She found it quickly and pulled it out, handing it to him with a soft smile. "This one?"

He took the book from her hands, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes met hers with a glint of recognition, though she couldn't understand why. "Perfect. Thank you."