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Chapter IX : Firsts and Forevers

ผู้เขียน: Intana Meisya
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Rebecca’s POV

We walked in silence through the halls, his long strides just a bit slower—matching mine without making it obvious.

And me? I was mostly trying not to collapse in on myself like a dying star. The air between us still burned, and I hadn’t looked at him once since the kiss.

But I was a disaster. Because two corridors later, before I could stop myself, I blurted, “So that was my first kiss, by the way.”

Gideon stopped. He turned toward me, slow and deliberate. I could’ve smacked myself.

“I didn’t—ugh. Just forget I said that.”

His expression shifted. Softened. “Rebecca…”

“Seriously. I’m aware it was tragic, please don’t—”

“It wasn’t tragic,” Gideon said quietly. “It was beautiful.”

I blinked.

Gideon stepped closer—but not too close. His voice dropped low, just for me. “I’m honored.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “I didn’t say it to make it a thing.”

“I know,” Gideon said. “But it already is. For me.”

Heat crawled down my spine.

And because apparently I hadn’t
Intana Meisya

Ah yes, Chapter 9. Where feelings attack and tailors multiply.

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