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~Elara's POV
When the last reporter lowered their microphone, Darlon turned to me. His eyes held that mix of love and fire I had known for lifetimes, and before I could even take a breath, he leaned in and kissed me again. It wasn't rushed or forced. It was slow, full, and warm. The kind of kiss that made my knees feel weak, and my heart feel loud. The cameras clicked at lightning speed, and the reporters screamed like they had just witnessed the most dramatic moment of the century. Some even shouted, "Again! Again!" like they were desperate for another scene.
I pulled away, breathless, my cheeks burning, and he whispered against my forehead, "I love you, sweetheart."
I whispered back, "I love you too," before the noise swallowed us again.
