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CHAPTER 40: A Night Worth Remembering

Autor: Skylar Vandler
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-13 22:02:52

YULIA

We had arrived at Kendrick's house, yet the excitement from the race was still buzzing beneath my skin.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed that much. Between Damon's teasing, Adeline's commentary, and Kendrick proving me wrong on the track, the night had turned out even better than I'd imagined.

I slipped off my shoes the moment we entered his bedroom, stretching my tired legs.

“I had so much fun today,” I admitted, turning to look at him. Kendrick loosened the sleeves of his s
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