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Chapter 8

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“We’re starting with you, lovebird.” She raised her left eyebrow, plastering a smirk on her face. Don’t call me that, El!

“Start what?” I counter-questioned hesitantly. I hoped she wouldn’t notice my slightly cracked voice.

“How was the party for you? Banged a guy or came home sober?” she winked and started rocking me. I smiled faintly and lowered my gaze to the ground in shyness, I probably was blushing. “Look at this red mess!” she teased. She knew I became edgy from such other-guy-involved-questions.

“No, nothing guys thing happened to me (or at least I don’t believe it) I… came home, sober!” I kinda tried to shoo her but she was planning to exaggerate longer -her face told me. This side of Eliana I had never liked. She always thinks pulling someone’s leg makes other people feel butterflies in the stomach but it’s totally the opposite of what I felt every time she did this with me. It was exasperating me.

“Like I believe you. When did you reach home?” Okay, that’s where I lef
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