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God help me.

Penulis: EliJa
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-03 06:31:56

Chloe

I looked at Stella, my heart thundering so hard it felt like it could punch its way out of my chest. I didn’t even need to say it, she could already read it on my face.

I was screwed.

“What should I do, Stella?” I whispered. “They’re—”

Before I could finish, Stella shoved me straight into another body. I stumbled, nearly tripping, but an arm caught me around the waist.

I froze against the hard plane of Tristan’s chest, his grip firm around my waist. His scent hit me like déjà vu, clean and infuriatingly comforting, a smell that always seemed to calm me down.

I stared at Stella, eyes wide. “What the hell?”

“There’s no time,” she said, already backing away.

“What…Stella, no, you can—”

“My car is wrecked,” she snapped, already waving me off like she was swatting a fly. “And I can’t leave it here. Plus, you don’t know this, but Tristan’s a crazy-ass driver.”

I turned to look up at him, conflicted. Could I really ask him for this? Could I really be that shameless?

I opened
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