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Chapter 8

Author: PacificNavigator
last update Last Updated: 2023-09-19 19:24:01
I close my eyes as Kent leans his head against mine. I put his hands off my face and gently push him out of my proximity. I should've never done that. I kissed him. Now, he must be thinking that I still like him. O Stella, what trouble you've gotten yourself into. I didn't see this coming, and it was my fault.

Kent, with his ocherous eyes, stares at me, statuesquely still in his place. He sits down on my bed and then lays his head on my bolster. He sits his head over his intertwined fingers and then heaves a deep sigh. I just watch him stare at the ceiling until he looks back at me, making my eyes avert to the bedside. I sniff the forming liquid in my nose and then cross my arms, waiting for Kent to initiate the conversation, but he doesn't do so.

I then rive the earsplitting silence, "Can you please go now?"

"What?" he sneers. "After you kissed me, I'll get this? You want me to leave?"

"I . . ." I trail off, unable to bring out words since I'm dumbfounded still by the minty aftertaste
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