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"I’m designing a garden for the new library," Julian said, his voice dropping an octave. "It’s supposed to be a place for people to feel… grounded. I was wondering if you’d help me pick the quotes for the stone benches."

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Julian was a landscape architect who smelled like cedarwood and rain. For months, their "romance" was a quiet dance of intentionality: Julian would ask for obscure poetry recommendations, and Leo would tuck pressed wildflowers into the pages before ringing him up. "I’m designing a garden for the new library,"

Leo felt a familiar spark. "You want a bookseller to help with masonry?" Julian was a landscape architect who smelled like

"I’ve bought thirty books I’ve already read just to see you smile at the receipt," Julian confessed, his eyes searching Leo’s.