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Chapter 21

Author: Aris_X
last update publish date: 2026-02-23 12:33:41

My face still burned from the embarrassment I was feeling from earlier, my cheeks hot under the fading afternoon sun. Why did I compliment Bryce’s outfit? Jesus, Jonathan, what a lame move.

He probably thinks I'm some weirdo now, lurking around his office just to gawk at him. And yeah, maybe I was, but in my head, it played out differently with him pulling me into his office, slamming the door shut, his hands on my waist, yanking my shirt up to expose my skin. Fuck, even thinking about it now
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