Remy A. Mikazuki is a inspiring American writer with a deep passion for storytelling. Born in Colorado Springs, CO at the Air Force Academy Hospital, where her father served as a captain in the Air Force, Remy's early experiences instilled in her a sense of duty and service.At the age of seventeen, Remy began her military career by enlisting in the United States Army as a Military Police Officer. Throughout her life, she has dedicated herself to serving, protecting, and defending both her community and her country, embodying the values of courage and commitment.In 2016, Remy became an Army widow, a decorated war veteran, and a devoted mother to her beautiful daughter. Additionally, she took on the role of an adopted mother to three children after her sister's tragic passing in a car crash in 2022, demonstrating her strength and compassion in the face of adversity.Remy draws inspiration from Asian culture, anime, movies, films, and books, channeling her passions into her creative work. Her unique blend of experiences and interests enriches her storytelling, infusing her writing with depth, emotion, and a diverse perspective.
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In the dark depths close to the mortal realm, shrouded in mystic darkness, lies the ancient domain of the demons. Here, shadows dance and whispers of malevolent power echo through eerie corridors.
The Demon Realm's landscape is a mesmerizing blend of haunting beauty. Its dark and ominous allure captivates the senses, drawing in observers with a mysterious charm. The twisted and jagged terrains defy the laws of nature, creating a surreal and mesmerizing sight. Fiery pits punctuate the land, casting an eerie glow that illuminates the shadowy recesses of the realm, adding a touch of otherworldly elegance to the demonic domain.
Towering citadels rise like majestic sentinels, their spires reaching towards the darkened skies in a display of haunting beauty. An ethereal atmosphere envelops the air, resonating with whispers of mystery and echoes of sinister laughter. The very ground pulsates with an otherworldly energy, infusing the realm with a sense of eerie elegance and foreboding grace.
This is the Demon Realm—a place where fear and trepidation reign supreme, where the boundaries between nightmares and reality meld into a chilling tapestry of darkness.
"That ignorant Bing Mo!" Ming Wang's thunderous voice reverberated through the chamber as his fist met the arm of the throne chair. The force shattering the cold, black stone into fragments under the force of his fury. The Emperor of the demon realm remained embittered from the war lost fifteen thousand years ago, his recent attempt to provoke the heavens leading to a backlash of magic from his use of magic mortal realm. He now bore the brunt of the magic's rebound, suffering greatly from its effects.
His four horsemen stood in silence, their eyes fixed on their master's wrathful display. None dared to interject or utter a word, cowed by the looming specter of his rebounded anger and the consequences it might unleash upon them.
Dong Hua, Mo Yuan, Bai Qian, and Ye Hua each played a part in the downfall of his trusted Lieutenant Qing Cang and the loss of his cherished Golden Lion beast pet. The celestial rulers and warriors foiled his plans, with the presumed deceased Mo Yuan who had faked his death emerging triumphant, vanquishing a legion of his demon soldiers. Bai Qian, sister to the repugnant Bai Yi, wielded the powerful Five Star Fan. The Demon Emperor underestimated the Bai family. A mistake he would not repeat.
Read more: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55132009/chapters/140024710
#donghua fengjiu#smut#fanfic#eternal love of dream#donghuafengjiu#threelivesthreeworldspillowbook#donghuadijun#donghua#fengjiu#baifengjiu
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#donghuadijun#fanfic#smut#donghua fengjiu#eternal love of dream#donghuafengjiu#threelivesthreeworldspillowbook#fengjiu#baifengjiu#Miaoluo#demoness#general#xiaobai#xianxia#Xianxiaromance#romance
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Chapter 2: Destiny's Gambit
The stage is set for the introduction of our formidable antagonist, Ming Wang. A villain with a dark purpose and a relentless ambition, poised to challenge the heavens themselves. Prepare to witness the unfolding of destiny's gambit as forces collide and fates intertwine in a battle of cosmic proportions.
#donghua fengjiu#smut#fanfic#eternal love of dream#donghuafengjiu#threelivesthreeworldspillowbook#Fengjiu#donghuadijun#donghua#xiaobai#baifengjiu#pillowbook
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Feng Jiu, a fearless tomboyish warrior with a heart of gold, embodies the spirit of Mulan in this captivating crossover fan fiction. Born in the mystical lands of Qing Qui, In a society where females are forbidden to be warriors. Feng Jiu uncle-in-law Zhe Yan uses magic to transform her into a man.
Renamed Xiao Jiu, she joins the imperial heaven’s army as Bai Yi's pretend son. Dong Hua, disguised as a general for the new recruits, becomes intrigued by the mysterious Xiao Jiu. Despite his suspicions, he decides to train the unseasoned young immortals out of boredom, including Feng Jiu, into fearless heavenly warriors.
As Captain Chen Ye, Dong Hua is captivated by Feng Jiu's courage, determination, and unwavering spirit. Her playful mischievousness adds a spark to their interactions, drawing him closer to her. Meanwhile, Feng Jiu uncovers a softer side of Dong Hua hidden beneath his stern demeanor, growing to appreciate his guidance and support in a way she never expected.
Come check my story out!
#donghuadijun#donghua fengjiu#eternal love of dream#smut#fanfic#donghuafengjiu#threelivesthreeworldspillowbook#eternal love#tangqigongzi#nine tailed fox#romance#xianxia
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Princess of Earth, Reporting for duty!
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✪ The Untamed Soldier ✪ Chapter 2: Clandestine Encounters, is up.
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Isn’t Dong Hua Dijun the bestest!? AI crafted this, and I just couldn’t not share the beauty.
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I wrote this Dragonball Z fanfiction when I was 19 years old. This was 17 years ago! I have since moved on from my previous two pen names, as life has taken many interesting turns. However, I never completed the story I started. I have come across reviews on my old Fanfiction.net account asking for updates and completions, but unfortunately, I am unable to access my old accounts. Nevertheless, I have decided to rewrite, update, and finally finish this story.
However, I must admit that the story may reflect a different perspective, as it will be written by my 37-year-old self rather than my 19-year-old self. I will do my best to honor the essence of the original while infusing it with the wisdom and experiences gained over the years. Thank you for your patience and support as I embark on this journey to revisit and complete a tale that has lingered unfinished for far too long.
The story follows Vegeta, A young prince of the Saiyan race, who discovers a shocking truth about his role as a hostage in a delicate political alliance between his father, king Vegeta, and the Kold Empire. As he grapples with feelings of betrayal and abandonment, Vegeta resolves to embrace his duty as a solder and proved himself part of the Elite. With determination and resilience, he vows to endure the challenges and training ahead, determined to emerge stronger and victorious despite the constraints of his status as a prisoner.
Bulma find herself in a tense and vulnerable situation with Vegeta, where her initial discomfort and fear give way to a complex interplay of desire and uncertainty, as Vegeta’s actions blur the lines between intimacy and intimidation. Bulma is forced to confront her own reactions and vulnerabilities in the face of his inscrutable demeanor.
An Alternative Universe (AU) where Bulma and Vegeta grapple with conflicting emotions and a sense of entwined fates. Unspoken desires, unspoken tension, all a setting stage for a deeper exploration of their complicated relationship and their undeniable love fate.
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I finally took the plunge after years of procrastination and published my debut Kakashi x Sakura fanfiction, spicing it up with a dash of Yamato.
Embark on a riveting journey in the Naruto universe as Sakura, a budding kunoichi, delves into the intricate world of seduction and womanhood under the tutelage of Kakashi and Yamato. As she grapples with desire and fear, Sakura finds herself ensnared in a web of temptation and power dynamics, guided by her mentors' unwavering control and mastery. The story unravels the complexities of training in the ways of a kunoichi, where emotions run deep and secrets lurk in the shadows, culminating in a cliffhanger that hints at unforeseen challenges lying ahead. Join Sakura on a path of self-discovery and intrigue as she navigates the realms of desire, control, and uncertainty in a world where every move is a calculated step towards her destiny.
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The latest One-Shot Cutie collection featuring the beloved duo Dong Hua and Feng Jiu is here! Dive into this 2-part series and experience the magic. Join us now!
Chapter 2 introduces us to the enchanting world of the Masquerade ball in China during the spring season. Feng Jiu, a delightful blend of mischievousness and adorableness, is our protagonist. At the age of 24, freshly graduated from college, she takes on a leadership position in her family's corporation and chooses to celebrate her achievement at the grand masquerade event. With her playful and quick-witted nature, Feng Jiu brings charm and lightheartedness to the lives of those around her. As the night unfolds, she dons a stunning fox-themed attire that perfectly embodies her personality.
Meanwhile, Dong Hua Dijun, a prominent figure and backer of the East Sea Corporation, observes the event with a composed silence, uninterested in trivial matters. As the night progresses, Feng Jiu navigates advances from Nie Chu Yin and looks for her absent friend Yan Chi Wu. Dong Hua's attention is drawn to Feng Jiu, and he senses that she might need assistance. The chapter sets the stage for a night filled with mystery, romance, and intrigue for our captivating protagonist.
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"Come and explore my very first one-shot fan fiction featuring our beloved couple Dong Hua and Feng Jiu! It's my return to the world of fan fiction after a long hiatus. I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback <3"
Feng Jiu is a spirited and creative immortal with a mischievous streak. Married to Dong Hua, the former god of the Universe, she navigates the complexities of their immortal life with humor and determination. Despite her playful nature, Feng Jiu longs to have the upper hand in their relationship, often devising plans to surprise and delight Dong Hua.
In an attempt to spice up their romance, Feng Jiu goes to great lengths to prepare a special dinner for Dong Hua, using aphrodisiac foods and exotic ingredients. She puts in meticulous effort to create a memorable evening, from the menu to her attire, aiming to catch Dong Hua off guard and assert her desires.
With a strategic choice of wardrobe and a cheeky plan in mind, Feng Jiu eagerly awaits Dong Hua's return, ready to surprise him with her efforts. However, her excitement is tempered when an unexpected guest arrives, leading to a humorous and suspenseful encounter that tests Feng Jiu's quick thinking and adaptability.
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Amazing read, for those of us who love this couple. Can’t wait for updated chapters.
My first new fic in awhile, for a fandom that’s criminally underloved. Enjoy.
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basic things you should know about your main characters
how is their relationship with their family
what are their beliefs, if they have any
what is their motivation (preferably something unrelated to their love interest/romantic feelings, bc people care about other things, too, kthx)
who were they raised to be vs. who they became/are becoming
what are their plans for the future, if they have any
how do they feel about themselves and how it affects their behaviour (i mean. you can’t tell me a character is shy then have them do things shy people wouldn’t do, like?????)
how do they feel about things they cannot control?
and last but not least:
WHY IS THIS CHARACTER THE PROTAGONIST
LBR DO THEY EVEN MATTER
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Having fun Cosplaying Sakura Haruno for the day.
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Masquerade
Sakura meets a masked man at a masquerade. He knows who she is but can she see who the man is behind the mask?
It was Ino’s 20th birthday and she had spared absolutely no expense on her party. It had taken nearly three weeks to transform the empty warehouse into the extravagant space that Sakura walked nervously into. The corrugated metal walls were covered in thick, black material from floor the ceiling and purple string lights hung from every beam, making it look like rain falling on the party goers from above. Everyone was wearing suits or gowns with elaborate masks adorning their faces, hiding their true identity from one another.
Ino has chosen a masquerade theme just for that reason. She wanted to make a night no one would forget and she instructed everyone invited not to use their real names or anything that would give their identity away. Which was hard for Sakura, since her pink hair was like a beacon on top of her head. But, she played along and had made her own mask; black with gold, braided trim and a dark flower on the side. She didn’t feel like her identity was very anonymous but she felt pretty, albeit a little shy. Not knowing who anyone was, she wouldn’t be able to latch onto Ino for moral support the whole night.
Sakura stepped further inside the space, her eyes roving over the endlessly vibrant bouquets of flowers hung from the beams above that put a sweet fragrance in the air. There was a DJ booth in the back where a man in a very sleek, black mask stood controlling the music. Sakura figured it was Shino, but couldn’t tell from the hood covering most of his head. The music he played was loud and she could feel the beat in her chest as she made her way through the crowd. Were there even this many people in Konoha? She wondered if Ino had sent invitations to other villages to ensure a packed out party. It seemed like something she would do.
Sakura tried to get to the crowded bar area set up in the corner of the warehouse. There was hardly any room to get through to order a drink and she frowned, raising herself up on her tiptoes to try to flag down a bartender. It seemed like her choice in black tonight only made her invisible against the dark interior. All the other girls were wearing vibrant strips of color across their face, peacock feathers and flowers making bright, easily seen crowns around their head. The long stem of a flower struck Sakura in the face as the girl next to her turned to leave the bar and she quietly fumed in anger. But, the girls absence left a small space that she could squeeze into.
Unfortunately, someone beat her to it, knocking her to the side with an elbow. The heels of her shoes made her stumble off guard, reaching out to clutch the nearest person to her to keep herself from falling. An arm looped around her waist before her knees could hit the floor and the figure she had grabbed onto lifted her back to her feet. Sakura blinked up into a crimson mask that covered the man’s eyes. It came to a point on his left cheek, nearly touching the corner of his lips as he smiled down at her.
“Are you alright?” He asked, ducking his head toward her ear so she could hear him over the music. There was something familiar about his voice but she couldn’t quite place it to anyone she knew. She searched his eyes for anything she could recognize but came up empty. He had painted the skin around his eyes black and his hair was a shade of brown that was neither memorable or remarkable. It was possible he had come from another village but something in the way he smirked at her made her feel as if he knew her.
Sakura shook herself from the daze he had left her in and smoothed the skirt of her dress down, ducking her head to avoid his gaze. “I’m fine.” She breathed.
“Did you want a drink?” He nodded back to the bar but didn’t wait for her answer. The stranger pushed his way easily to the bar and held up two fingers on his gloved hand to get the bartender’s attention. Sakura stared at his fingers the split second they were in the air and frowned. Little gestures here and there piqued her memories, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew this guy from somewhere. He turned and looked back at her from over his shoulder, bringing the corner of his lips up in a smirk. He curled his finger, beckoning her toward him and she moved, her body tingling as he watched her.
“What’ll it be?” The bartender said, leaning toward them to hear their orders.
“I’ll take a hot sake.”
“Same.” Sakura answered, trying hard to ignore the way the masked man was looking at her. It didn’t take long for their drinks to be made and he plucked her cup up from the bar, holding it out to her with a smile.
“Cheers.” He said, clinking their glasses together with a wink before he turned and quickly ducked back into the crowd, leaving Sakura to stare after him. She looked down at her drink and dodged away from someone else trying to reach the bar. Drink in hand, she followed after the masked man. She wanted to ask him who he was, despite the strict instructions on her invitation not to reveal who they truly were. There wasn’t many men who looked at her the way he had and she needed to know who he was before he left and she never got another chance.
But, as she made her way into the crowd mingling along the edges of the dance floor, she couldn’t see him anymore. In a sea of colors, there wasn’t a single brunette in sight. Frowning, Sakura gave up and turned to the tables that were pushed along the walls. Hardly anyone was sitting down. Most of the party goers were on the dance floor, twirling and gliding to the music. Sakura could see girls laughing beneath their masks as they were spun around and dipped and lifted into the air as if they were feather light.
She hated the tight pinch of jealousy in the middle of her chest and she tilted her head back, drinking her sake in the same manner as her friend before; all in one gulp. She set the glass down on the table and tried to recognize anyone in the crowd. If she had to spend the whole night sitting on her ass, she would just leave now. The thought of dancing with strangers turned her off and she didn’t like the thought of someone she didn’t know putting their hands on her.
Then again, she didn’t mind the thought of dancing with the man from before. In fact, her skin warmed at the thought and she pursed her lips as she eyed the glass of sake. Maybe she shouldn’t have drank it all in one go. It clearly did little to help her judgment if she was already wanting to see him again. He had been nothing more than a stranger with a nice smile and an adorable beauty mark just below his lip on the left side. It had practically begged to be kissed and Sakura scoffed at herself for thinking such a thing. She didn’t even know the man and here she was, thinking about kissing him.
Ugh.
She stood to her feet, suddenly not in the mood to watch a crowd of people dancing and flirting. She wasn’t even sure why she came in the first place. Parties like these weren’t her favorite thing to attend, especially when she had to come alone. It was different for Ino. She would have Sai by her side, his hands on her hips as he tried to figure out why in the world people would ever want to dance. He would do it anyway, because he knew Ino wanted to have someone dance with her and the realization that no one wanted to dance with Sakura made her feel silly for even showing up.
The mask on her face was pathetic in comparison to the others surrounding her and she cursed her best friend for even wanting a birthday party like this. It was nothing but stupidity and she didn’t want to sit here for another moment.
Sakura wedged herself through the mass of people, her eyes stinging and the lump in her throat making her angry at herself for even caring. Before she could make it back to the bar where the exit was waiting only a few yards away, fingers curled around her wrist and stopped her in her tracks. She looked back at the gloved hand holding her, following it up the arm covered in black and finally to the sight of the familiar crimson mask from before. There was something in his eyes that made her stomach flutter inside her and she narrowed her gaze on him in confusion.
“Dance with me.” He nodded toward the dance floor, the lights surrounding the DJ booth flashing from over his shoulder.
Sakura started to pull away, wanting to roll her eyes and tell him to leave her alone but she stopped herself. Every rational thought in her mind faded and what was left was only the need to be touched and twirled like the other girls. For just one night, she wanted to feel wanted. “Just one dance.” She said slowly, letting him pull her toward the crowd.
The music faded but only for a moment before something a bit slower, more sensual started to play over the speakers situated around the warehouse. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and she shook her head, not sure she could let him hold her close without knowing who he even was. But, he didn’t let her pull away. He stepped to her and curled his finger under her chin, lifting her head so she was staring up into his dark eyes. The corners creased as he smiled sweetly and Sakura’s lips parted, knowing these eyes.
She ran through a list of all the men she knew and couldn’t place them on anyone. It was bothering her, like his name was on the tip of her tongue and she just couldn’t get it out. The stranger dropped his hand from her chin and slipped it around her waist, guiding her closer to him until her chest was against his. He felt warm next to her and she breathed in his scent that she preferred over the flowers.
It swirled through her senses, making her dizzy. She was thankful he had his arm around her to hold her up. Thankfully, he didn’t hold her the way some of the others around them were pressed tightly against the girls, hips grinding together. No, he was very polite, like a gentleman. He held one hand in his while the other sat against her waist. She could feel the gentle press of his fingertips on the top of her hip bone making her eyelashes flutter.
It had been a long time since anyone had held her like this. Usually, they were running from her fists, dodging her attacks, or knocking her to the ground. In fact, she wasn’t sure if any man had been this gentle with her and she ducked her head, suddenly shy. The man pointed them to the right and stepped to the side, whisking her along with him. In a sea of grinding bodies, they were the only ones properly dancing and she felt as if she were in a fairy tale.
He spun her slowly as the music played, filling her head and chest with the thump of the beat. She let him lead her, amazed that she wasn’t stepping all over his feet or tripping on the skirt of her gown. The corner of her lips lifted and she let him pull her close to his body, pausing with her shoulder against his chest. His gaze flickered down to her lips and Sakura gasped as he rolled her away, spinning her in a complete circle until she was back in his arms.
This time, he hooked her hands behind his neck and slid his fingers down her sides, resting them a bit lower around the curve of her hips. The feel of his hands inches away from her backside made her blink, unsure of herself. He gave her no time to overcome her shyness, guiding her hips in a slow sway. She let him stay in control of her despite the rapid thump of her heartbeat and the voice in her head still urging her to leave.
Sakura glanced nervously around at the others, eyeing the groping hands and drunken laughter as they bumped into one another. They looked ridiculous and she was afraid she looked just as stupid. Self consciousness crept up her spine, making her steps falter and she stumbled into the man holding her. He shook his head and brought her face back up toward him, keeping her gaze held with his own.
“Don’t look at them. Look at me.” She could barely hear him over the music but had seen the words on his pale lips. He took her fingers in his hand and spun her in a slow half circle, stopping her so that her back pressed into his chest. She could feel his hips against her backside, the muscles of his thighs down the back of hers and a little tremor rolled through her body. His hand lifted from her hip to her neck, fingers spreading slowly over her jaw before pulling her head to the side.
She brought her gaze up to his as he dipped his head toward hers, their faces so close that she could feel his breath across her chin. Her lips parted, eyes half-lidded as she let him sway her body against his.
The feel of his fingers falling from her throat, dipping down to the plunging neckline of her gown and over her hip made her shiver, her eyes closing as she let her head fall back against his shoulder. A little part of her knew this was wrong. She didn’t even know his name and she was letting him touch parts of her that no one else ever had. The thrill of a strangers hands on her body was new but she liked it. Her skin buzzed from the heady, sensual music and it coursed through her, swirling through her bloodstream and fueling her desire. It had been a long time since she felt a craving for a touch like his, always ignoring it when it came back.
And now, her craving was being satisfied, leaving her nearly breathless as he moved around her, opening her arms to put them back around his neck. His hand at the small of her back supported her as he dipped her back, her hair grazing across the floor before he lifted her. She felt him run his fingers up her spine, palm flat against her back between her shoulder blades as he brought her back up. Her head swam, the smell of him among the flowers, the music, and lights swirled through her and she felt as if she were in a trance.
He held her tight as if she were nothing but a doll, powerless against whatever hold he had over her. And for just a brief moment, Sakura could forget the dull ache of loneliness that had sat on her chest the past year. It wasn’t a crushing force, weighing her down more and more every day as he held her in his arms.
Sakura stared up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of who he was. She didn’t care as much anymore and she pushed herself up on her tiptoes, glancing down to his lips. “Kiss me…” She whispered, unable to find any volume to her voice.
She noticed him hesitate, his eyes going a bit wide at her request. Before she could pull away at his resistance, he tightened his hold around her back, keeping her crushed against him. He dipped his head toward her, the point of his mask brushing against her cheek and Sakura sucked in a breath, letting her eyes slide shut. His lips were cool against hers, soft but firm and the kiss was sweet and tender. She appreciated him being gentle with her but she was craving something a bit more.
Sakura parted her lips over his, opening his mouth so she could slip her tongue inside. He gripped her gown at the small of her back in his fists and she could hear a small moan from the back of his throat. Tilting her head to the side, she let him deepen the kiss and his tongue met hers. She could taste the sake he had drank and the same hunger she had on her lips. It made her pull at his suit, desperately needing him closer though there was no space left between them. A hand slid around the back of her neck, tangling his fingers into the curls she had spent nearly an hour working on. She felt light headed, as if she had forgotten to breath and she held onto him as her knees trembled.
But, all too soon, the air met her heated lips once more and she shivered at the sudden cold that surrounded her. His hands slipped from her hair and she opened her eyes to see him turning away from her completely. He was moving too fast for her to catch up and she gathered the fabric of her skirt as she tried to push through the mass of grinding bodies. A flash of crimson was the last she saw as he pulled the mask from his face and hurried away without a glance back.
Sakura burst through the crowd, nearly knocking a man in a lion’s mask over. He straightened his jacket, glaring at her through the golden eye holes of his mask and she ignored him, searching each passing figure. There wasn’t a bit of crimson to be seen, no dark painted eyes catching hers…He was gone.
She hugged her arms around herself, feeling colder than she had before. A few girls laughed to her left and she ducked her head, knowing more than likely they weren’t laughing at her but she couldn’t shake the sudden insecurity that gripped her. Had he not wanted her? There was no way he hadn’t tasted the desire between them from their kiss.
Sakura pulled her mask from her face, dropping it onto a table as she walked toward the door, wishing she had left when she had decided to earlier. Staying had only brought her more heartache and now she would have to go home, haunted by those dark eyes and that kiss that was still making her feel dizzy.
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