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Love at first crash

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1118    |    Released on: 22/05/2024

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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 – 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

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