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Chapter 7; What am I doing

E.J kate
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 01.04.2026 23:42:38

ALEX

I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

From the second Bella walked into the backyard at the barbecue, something shifted. She wasn’t the gangly college kid I remembered.

She was a woman with curves, confidence, that auburn hair catching the light, green eyes that hit me square in the chest.

I’d hugged her hello like always, but my arms registered the difference. Soft. Warm. Real. I pulled away too fast, told myself it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

All week at the office I’d fought it. He
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