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064 What is it about her?

Autor: Daisy
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-23 23:22:04

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~~Ashley~~

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I stir a little, pulling the covers over my body.

Then my eyes flutter open. It trails the room, Jade’s there by the window, a cigarette in hand.

I jerk up, my eyes wide as I reach for my phone.

It's morning, the next day.

I straighten, throwing the covers aside, my chest beating so fast.

“Jade,” I hiss, my voice tight. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

He turns, easing the cigarette into the ashtray. “I just didn't want to. Looks like you needed to rest,”

The nerve of him.

“I tol
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