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Let’s get one thing clear: Alpha Sebastian didn’t just kiss—he launched a full-scale campaign.
If kissing were an Olympic sport, he wasn’t aiming for a bronze.
The man was going for gold, world record, and a Wheaties box feature all in one go.
His kiss was the kind that came with a warning label: may cause spontaneous memory loss, temporary inability to stand upright, and a strong desire to make questionable decisions.
Cecilia had thought she was signing up for a lakeside stroll and maybe some flirty banter. PG-13 at most.
Instead, she found herself pressed up against pure temptation in tailored black, his scent a heady cocktail.
And she was all in.
She tried to murmur something that maybe resembled a protest—probably something responsible like “Wait” or “W
