Love at first crash
ter
n, head bowed slightly. She gree
he dresses"
ds out, as light
es later with what seemed li
rds the door. He'd be back in thirty minutes. "S
t lightly. Ava was sitting on the bed. Her hands on he
erfectly. The colour palette was inspired by the
sory that echoes the beauty of the season. Her makeup is soft and luminous, with dewy skin, flushed cheeks, and
yes barely
she said, her gaze meetin
d have asked for the
is belief. This m
erms and condi
cotton top. She hated to admit it, but this man was handsome. Everything he wore seemed to compliment him a lot and brought out his masculine energy.
ought out a neatly folded paper from the breast pocket of his shirt. The ink on it was s
something to
ed down a few lines. He laughed at the la
her, extending his ha
ress. "Let's go" she said
them. The smooth purr of the engine hums in the background, a melodic symphony of power and precision. Through the tinted wind
nterior â polished wood accents, brushed metal finishes, and ambient lighting that dances delicately acros
an that sat in the background that would often cough
into the narrow path way. He park
wasn't something that happened everyday in this
va said stepping out of the car. "
such men in movies. The only difference was Andrew was a rude shit head. All through the journey home, she kept asking herself if she had made the right
o worry about tha
st seven now. She didn't know what her grandparents
in and stood
handmade quilt, lovingly stitched with intricate patterns, drapes over the back of the sofa, ready to provide warmth on chilly sprin
ps are adorned with bowls of fresh fruit and jars of homemade preserves, while the shelves are lined with cookbooks and canisters filled w
e been losing it. She should have been back hours ago, so why was grandma baking cookies and scone
as realisation came over her. She should have known. Andrew must have told them
He adjusted his reading glasses. His ha
le. The wrinkles on his forehead beco
sat down on one of the
hen grandma walked in. Beads of swea
ndma said wiping the beads of sweat from her
st in a whisper and looking a
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance