His smile faltered. Before he could interrupt, I hurriedly continued. “I want to earn my certificate with distinction. It's my dream, baby. You know I want to own a big restaurant someday, a place where people can come and enjoy my cooking. I want to become an excellent chef, and I want to be proud of myself when I finally achieve that dream.” I paused, giving his jaw a gentle squeeze. “But I can't achieve any of that if I keep skipping classes. I need to learn, improve my skills, and get that certificate.” I softened my voice. “I love being with you. I love spending time with you, and I never want you to think that going to school means I love you any less. But I need to do this for myself, too.” Tarzan said nothing, he simply stared at me. His expression was no longer sad, more like a regret. I held my breath. Had I finally gotten through to him? Then, suddenly— WHOOSH! Tarzan threw the covers aside and sprang out of bed so quickly that I nearly jumped. One second, he'
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