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Make Me Yours
What could I do? What could I say? How do you even respond to something like that? Make him second in my heart? Even if I was dealing with two separate men that would be an insane request.
I wasn’t denying that I had feelings for Victor, but another relationship? I was having enough trouble with the one I was currently in. Which was, technically, with him anyway. How the hell do you date the same guy separately? That thought didn’t even make sense.
"Ms. Walton?" A voice crackled.
Although happy to be saved by the bell, I was more confused than I was relieved. Wasn’t it still a little soon for dinner? Did I lose track of time?
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