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Without a single explanation…

Mr. Sebastian turned around and walked away from the kitchen.

Leaving me standing there…

Speechless and confused.

My fingertips drifted to my lips.

They still tingled from his kiss.

“What the…?”

7:35AM.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The phone alarm exploded across the room.

I reached over and turned it off before it could ring a second time.

My eyes were already open…they’d been for hours.

I hadn’t slept.

Not really.

Because every time I closed my eyes…

I was back in the kitc
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No freaking way!!!!!!!! LMAO, this is hilarious.
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