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Chapter Two: Addicted to You

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~Daisy~

I stand there by the counter, my hands still lightly gripping the edge as I stare at the door long after he's walked out. The little bell above it tinkles one last time before settling into silence, but my mind is anything but quiet—it's buzzing like a hive of bees from that brief, unexpected encounter. Who was that guy, anyway? He was tall, with a solid build that showed even under his loose hoodie, and his voice... deep and calm, like it could anchor you in a storm. He didn't say much
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