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14. Tempest In A Teacup

Goldiva's POV

I was in a pair of checkered sleeveless rompers as I paced up and down in the kitchen to make breakfast. When I told mom about Verena's actions, she just brushed it off and told me that I'm just trying to get her out of my house due to jealousy.

So instead, I psyched my mind that she, that is Verena would wake up this morning and forget her thoughts. Besides, something assured me it wouldn't even work if she tried.

I turned on the coffee maker machine and hoped onto the counter. I was swinging my legs when Bruce came into the kitchen, in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

I admired the way his chiseled muscles popped out and a certain imagination flashed in my mind of me running my hands over his bulging biceps.

But then I felt like jumping off the counter top because my thighs looked more visible when I sat and it didn't help when he came closer to me.

"Hey sweetheart." He smiled standing in between my legs with his pupils dilating. His words slid through my heart
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