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BOGO Fallen Angel Romance!

March 20, 2019

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๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—š๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—”๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น!ย ๐—œ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—™๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—˜.

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๐—š๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—”๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น ยฉ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฒ ๐—Ÿ.๐—š. ๐—–๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ

Soulful brown eyes looked deep into his, pleading for his understanding, pulling his heart to hers, drawing him into her fire.

๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ต. He should stop her. It would be the right thing to do. It was his responsibility. She was so young. She had a crush on him. Yes, that was all it wasโ€”a schoolgirl crush.

Only there wasnโ€™t a girl standing in front of him with the wind blowing her hair off her beautiful face. It wasnโ€™t a girl who gracefully danced into his heart under the moonlight. It wasnโ€™t a girl who made him feel like a god, even more so than when he was the archangel of death.

God help him. He wanted to hear those three magical words come from her ruby lips. He ached for them.

โ€œIโ€™m listening,โ€ he said softly.

She nervously licked her lips, then with a deep breath, she reached for his hands, drawing him to her.

โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ Heat coursed through his veins like wildfire. He pushed it back, determined not to let it consume him. He didnโ€™t know how much longer he could fight it off. He wanted her so much.

โ€œIโ€™m going to show you what I want to say,โ€ she said, lifting his hands.

โ€œShow me?โ€

โ€œYes. You already heard it when you were watching me dance.โ€

Dark lashes hid her eyes from him as she stared at his hands. Slowly, her finger drifted over the lines of his thick palm, creating a delicious quiver in his stomach.

โ€œEach hula tells a story. What you saw was a story that I wanted to tell for someone special.โ€

โ€œWho?โ€

He knew the answer. The moment he had gone to the cliff after a sleepless night, hoping to relive the memory of them in the sky and found her, heโ€™d known. When sheโ€™d begun dancing, heโ€™d seen the joy on her face, that special spark sheโ€™d had since the first time heโ€™d met her. And when she had crossed her arms over her chest, sorrow filling her lovely face, his heart had ached with the knowledge of who she was thinking about.

Her lashes lifted, unveiling a love so deep and pure it took his breath away.

โ€œYou,โ€ she whispered.

โ€œLeilani,โ€ his voice cracked as he gently pulled his hands out of hers. โ€œI canโ€™tโ€”โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ Her voice was firm as she held on to him. โ€œI have to tell you. You canโ€™t go until I do.โ€

Jeremyโ€™s jaw tightened as he fought between doing what he should do and surrendering his heart.

Let go, Leilani.

Please, donโ€™t.

โ€œOkay, show me,โ€ he finally said.

โ€œThe hands tell the story. In my story, there is the moon.โ€

She gently lifted his arms above his head, facing the palms outward.

โ€œThe moonlight guides a stranger across the ocean.โ€ She guided his hands, moving them up and down in front of her as if they were waves.

โ€œUntil the stranger found a home in my heart, my `ohana.โ€

Moving his hands down to his chest, her silky hair fell forward as she adjusted his fingers, tenting them to form a rooftop.

โ€œ`Ohana,โ€ he repeated in a hoarse whisper. She was so close he could smell the intoxicating perfume of jasmine in her hair.

โ€œThen the stranger, this golden angel, brought the rain to nourish my spirit.โ€

Taking his hands, she lifted them and then wiggled her fingers downward. He followed her lead.

โ€œAnd then . . .โ€ She paused, her eyes locked with his.

The Earth stopped moving. The island disappeared. All that was left was Leilani holding his heart in her hands.

She took his arms, crossing them over his chest. Keeping her hands on his arms, she closed the space between them until all he could see was the depths of her soul.

He gazed at the glorious wonder on her face. Here he was with nothing to give her, no angelic powers, barely any human strength. She didnโ€™t know he had once been a god who walked among men, or the archangel of death, one of the most powerful angels in Heaven. Yet, here she was, loving him, adoring him.

He dipped his head until her sweet breath lapped his lips.

โ€œAnd . . .โ€

Her lips brushed against his as she whispered, โ€œAnd love came home.โ€

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