I’m obsessed with this couple.

#giomo

She reached for the door handle, but the door was suddenly pushed open. Mo smelled him before she saw him—spice, lemon, bergamot. Armani Code. Then, he stepped into the entryway.

As if he’d smelled her too, his eyes were already on hers. 
 His name slipped and tumbled from her mouth. “Gio?”


“Bez.” He cocked his head to the side as if something suddenly dawned on him. “Privet.”


Photo by slugette via DeviantArt

Published by K. Alex Walker

I am a romance-loving writing junkie whose primary aspiration is to craft stories full-time on my laptop while people-watching at Starbucks, Barnes and Nobles, Books-A-Million, and the beach.

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