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CHAPTER 7 - TO KISS OR TO KILL

Author: Dirty Diana
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-03 00:50:50

Caleb stood at the end of the row with his coffee and his entitlement and waited for Rhys to move.

Rhys kept not writing in his notebook.

"I said you're in my seat."

"Didn't realize they assigned seats in college." Rhys still didn't look up. "Thought that stopped around the same time people stopped making scrapbooks for guys who don't want them."

The class inhaled. Thirty people sucking in air at the same time. Someone in the back row whispered oh my God. Caleb's face went from dark to white –
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I am confused. Colleges do not have "periods" nor do the bells ring. In college, when class is over, most students just leave when the time for class is done. It sounds half high school / half college. However, I do like that Rhys was honest woth Noami about his academic probation.
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