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THAYER
I couldn’t believe I was standing beside my Kennedy with all her gorgeous self. I knew she could feel that I was holding something back, but I was hoping she would not push. In due time, I would tell her everything—that was the plan.
“This would be your room,” I said as I pushed the door wide— European style in white and gold motif would meet her taste.
“Thank you. This way better than the hotel room,” she said with a smile.
“You wouldn’t need a hotel if you’re here, Kennedy,” I said truthfully.
She walked in and checked her luggage.
“I apologize. My housekeeper must have organized your things already.”
“Oh? That won’t be necessary, but thanks.” Her eyes glittered. I noticed the anticipation in there, and I couldn’t wait to explore it.
“How long can you stay?” I sat on a chair.
“I have to go home by the end of this week. Why? Do you plan to invite me skating
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