𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.
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He leans into her, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers, "I'm not the jealous type...
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The President Muse...
Chapter 12
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The night had finally come to an end, and they found themselves strolling down the hall together. The echoes of their laughter filled the air, creating a joyful symphony that seemed to dance around them. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that encapsulated the deep connection they shared.
As they strolled together, he couldn't resist the urge to sneak a quick glance at her. In that fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and he could discern the reflection of their shared memories shimmering within her gaze. Eventually, they reached their destination, the car, and a comfortable silence enveloped her head gently leaning against his shoulder, finding solace in his presence.
Their hands naturally intertwined, creating a sense of unity and warmth during the car ride back to her place.
The car eventually reached her destination, and stopped right in front of her apartment, and Theodore promptly stepped out, opening the door for her. As she stepped out, her bare foot made contact with the cold ground, as her shoes were now in her hand. "You'll catch a cold, let me carry you," he insisted, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Nia was about to protest, but before she could utter a word, Theodore swiftly scooped her up in his arms, holding her like a precious gem. Her laughter filled the air, a joyful sound that echoed through the night. "Theo!" she squealed, her voice filled with delight as she buried her face in his shoulders. "I don't want to hear it, you'll catch a cold."
Nia Wells, with a warm smile on her face, kindly provided him with clear directions to her apartment. It took him a couple minutes, but eventually they arrived at her apartment
Theodore gently sets her down by her door, and their eyes locked in a moment of shared connection.
Time seemed to stand still as they gazed at each other, neither wanting the enchanting night to come to an end. However, the late hour reminded them that it was time to bid farewell, as responsibilities and the demands of the day awaited them.
"I still can't believe you remember all that about me," Nia the first to speak, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration.
With a gentle smile, he turned to face her fully, his eyes brimming with affection. "I remember everything about you, Nia," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Every little detail that has shaped you into the incredible person you are today. Every laugh, every tear, every triumph, and every setback. It's all etched in my heart, for you are the one who has captured it completely."
Nia's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as she listened to Theodore's heartfelt words. "Oh Theo," Unsure of what to say, as she her eyes well up of tears. It was as if he had unlocked a hidden chamber within her soul, revealing a treasure trove of memories and emotions
"Goodnight Nia," he leans in placing a kiss on her cheeks. Theo replied softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
He leaned in, his gentle touch grazing her cheeks as he placed a tender kiss on them. Nia's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight, her mind racing with emotions. She could feel the softness of his lips against her skin, even after the kiss ended.
"Goodnight Theo," she said, and watched as he walked away, turning back to look at her one last time before disappearing around the corner.
As she stepped into her apartment, a radiant smile spread across her face, reflecting the joy and contentment she felt in her heart. Closing the door behind her, she couldn't help but lean against it, relishing the sensation of the cool wood against her back. It was a small moment of tranquility amidst the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed her throughout the evening.
Her mind was flooded with memories of the date, each one playing. The way he smiled at her, his eyes lighting up with genuine warmth, instantly melted away any nervousness she had felt. And his laugh, oh, his laugh was like music to her ears, filling the air with a contagious joy that was impossible to resist. But it was the way he held her hand that truly captured her heart. The gentle touch, the way his fingers intertwined with hers, created an electric current that sent shivers down her spine.
As she stood there, leaning against the door, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief.
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