Skating With Hearts
Author Favyyou barely even dance with metempting my rented boyfriendhe called me his girlfriend but hasn't asked memy girlfriend gives me goosebumps
His hair was graying at the temples, cropped neat in that disciplined cop way, and his eyes—hazel like Jasmine’s—lifted when he noticed me.
“Ryans,” he said, standing and extending a hand. His grip was firm, grounding. “Good to see you, son.”
“Good to see you too, Mr. Campbell,” I said with a soft voice as I shook his hand.
“Call me David. Been too long.” His smile was warm, but there was tiredness behind it, the kind you couldn’t fake. It broke my heart to see it.
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