Chapter 19 My love, may I.

“My love, may I?” Romero asked as he stretched his hand in request for a dance.

My love! Aliyah exclaimed inwardly, the butterflies in her stomach celebrated … the way the endearment rolled off his tongue had her blushing.

Noticing her shy blush, Romero smiled, he sure does love it when she blushe...

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