Treasured

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Avery The meal Erik’s chef prepared tasted incredible, like the finest dining I’d ever sampled. The seared sea bass fillet with samphire and mini potatoes had me moaning a few times during the meal. This garnered some heated looks from Erik, and my reaction to the crème brûlée caused a severe strain to appear on his face. Anticipation snaked through me as an expansive feeling settled in my chest for the rest of the evening. In a single-handed mission, this man had decimated my remaining walls. Yesterday, seeing my Mum threw into sharp relief the misconceptions I’d held over dragons as a species. It exposed my prejudices, despite overwhelming evidence that Erik as a man was trustworthy and steadfast. This drew my poor heart to him like a helpless moth to his flame. Every brush of his hand

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