BETWEEN US : BOUND TO HIM
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ADELINE
The room felt stifling once again as Aurora and I froze, staring at the door that had just opened. Standing there, leaning casually against the frame, was Christian, his familiar smirk plastered across his face.
“Good job lying, sweethearts,”
he drawled, his voice laced with amusement.
Aurora’s shoulders sagged in relief, her wide eyes narrowing into an exasperated glare. “I didn’t lie,” she retorted, rolling her eyes dramatically as she crossed her arms.