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_KIMBERLY_

I tossed and turned restlessly as I wondered why Oliver was taking so long. We have been together for almost six months but I still couldn't shake off how badly I missed him all the time.

A part of me felt afraid that I was being too clingy but I didn't let it bother me because Oliver never complained about it. I rolled over until I was lying on my back and I stared at the ceiling.

The Woodlings were different from my family. They weren't overwhelming or overbearing and it felt warmer than my family. A part of me wished that I could introduce Oliver to my family, but there was nobody who I wanted him to know. If my parents were still alive, I would have reconsidered.

I sighed and stretched for the hundredth time that morning. I didn't care about the Wingates. I didn't give a damn about them nor did I care about what they had to say anymore. I had to focus on what was in front of me.

The vibrations from my phone caught my at