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“May I?” Myra asked, her voice barely above a whisper, reverent as if she were about to step into a sacred rite.

The view was breathtaking. The city lights glittered like constellations reflected on the water, and the moon hung low, its silver light bathing the terrace in a gentle glow. A gentle breeze fluttered the hem of Myra’s dress, sending a cascade of silk across the marble floor. In the distance, a lone violinist continued to play, the notes drifting up like a lullaby. chloe amour, myra moans

They broke apart, foreheads resting together, their breaths mingling. Myra laughed—soft, delighted, almost musical. “We’re terrible at keeping our secrets,” she said, eyes sparkling. “May I