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32. Late night stroll

Briar's POV

Mr. Wilson came on the right time, otherwise I don't know what would I have done without him. The entire situation was pretty much taken care of, by him but recalling how anxious we both were in that situation still leaves me in goosebumps. Though I had in my mind that I would give him his room keys back, the whole trip to the museum just went in my failed attempts to admire him from afar.

Yes, knowing he was the prettiest existence in that building, I couldn’t focus on anything but him. As if his face was a beautiful combination of sunlight trapped under his gold skin, with his aura reflecting the surface of a moon. He shines unrealistically, emitting a ray of allure just like his perfect cologne. It was actually infuriating to admit how madly attracted I was to him.

He owns that fragrance of his and knowing no matter how many whiffs I take off of his surroundings, I am never truly satisfied. I tried taking pictures of him, trying to remain in disguise but the camera didn
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