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011. He's... Um, my boyfriend.

作者: Dark Ocean
last update 最終更新日: 2024-10-25 23:09:39

ADRIAN

In what felt like an instant, my shift at the Queen's was over, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

After saying my good-byes to my colleagues, I walked over to the locker room to fetch my bag. The first thing I did was pick my phone, my hand hovering over Giovanni's contact and I wondered if I should call him or not.

"Call me when you get off work I'll come by to pick you." I mimicked the way he had said it earlier, rolling my eyes as I shoved my phone into my pocket without calling him.

"I Love Him, huh?" I scoffed, heat spread across my face as I tried so hard to hide my grin. It was stupid that he had to save his contract that way, but I didn't know why I was blushing.

Something must be wrong with my head.

Exiting Queen's, I was greeted by the evening's gentle caress against my skin, and I breathed deeply, feeling alive again after hours of recycled air.

"It's donut O'clock!" I exclaimed as I took out my phone and quickly placed my order.

Every evening after my shift at Qu
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