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A Side Arrangement

Author: E L Simon
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-22 22:02:28

Nathan was taller than Lukas remembered, broader in the shoulders, his hair shorter now and flecked with gray at the temples. The shadows in the hall softened nothing. His eyes still carried that same sharp edge, the one that used to cut Lukas wide open when he was younger and stupid enough to think it meant something. His smile was easy, practiced, but it only made Lukas’s chest tighten more.

The shock hit him like a body check, a rush of old hurt slamming back. For a moment, his mouth went dr
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Oumar Salimatu
I think Nathan is the biggest jerk I ever came across. I am boiling in my seat
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Oumar Salimatu
I think Nathan is the biggest jerk I ever came across. I am boiling in my seat
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Defying Gravity
How sad this relationship is! It is not a real one and appears to have users and those who were hurt. What’s up with Lukas trying to entertain the user Nathan who is every bit a loser! End him Lukas!
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