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Chapter 109

Author: Jane Samuel
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 22:36:08

ALINA'S POV

Huh?

"How you doing?" He repeated again, voice a low whisper. Hand coming up to press on the wall next to my face. Shudders going down my spine, my pulse erratic.

"Y-you're in the ladies room." I breathed slowly. Processing. "You're in the-

"I know. No one's here." He cut me off, pressing close. Closer. Hand on my waist. "There's no one here. Just us."

Us.

Me and him, him and I. Us.

I held his gaze. Really held his gaze, my shoulders slowly relaxing, all the emotions I'd been feel
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