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Ethan said in a firm voice, looking at Alina. Then Evan brought Alina's favorite storybook from the table and said, "Today, Mom will read this story to us. Do you want to listen to this story?" When Alina saw her favorite book in her brother's hands, a smile slowly appeared on her sad face. She nodded and agreed. Anastasia immediately took the storybook from Evan's hands and started reading. Alina put her head on her mother's lap and started listening to the story. Half an hour later, when Anastasia closed the storybook, she saw that Alina had fallen asleep.

No class. "I know." it was Evangeline’s turn to roll his eyes. "But I have to deliver some books to the library and I know he will be there. And then I’ll find a way for him to know my feelings.” [...] Evangeline woke up willing to make Ruby fall at her feet. It was another hot day in the Bronx and she was alone in the trailer. Taking advantage of Leah’s lack, Evie tasted all her dresses and opted for the most flowery. He had thin straps, valued her breasts and was slightly above the knee. After putting on her shoes that she thinks will be lucky and get the books that would be returned, Evie leaves her trailer.

But the way he said it—the steady conviction in his tone—made Adrian’s resolve waver. --- That week became a rhythm. On Monday, Evan showed up outside Adrian’s office with two cups of coffee, exactly how Adrian liked his: one sugar, no cream. He didn’t even say anything, just handed it over and leaned against the car, waiting to drive him home. On Tuesday, he took Adrian to a used bookstore tucked away in a quiet alley. Adrian hadn’t mentioned his love of old books to anyone in years, but somehow Evan knew. Adrian spent an hour browsing dusty shelves while Evan trailed behind, occasionally plucking out a book and asking if Adrian had read it. For once, he didn’t push—he just existed beside h

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

“You do. You always have.” I look down at my cup, watching steam curl upward, and wonder how someone can see you so clearly and still not see you at all. We wander into a bookstore next. Eva heads straight for the travel section, flipping through glossy pages of places she wants to go. I linger by the fiction shelves, pulling a book at random, letting the weight of it settle in my hands. “Found anything?” she asks, appearing beside me. “Maybe,” I say. “I like the way this one feels.”

Evan leaves from there. *******************

I said, laughing softly. Evan raised a brow. “A turtle?” I nodded. “Apparently, he saw one in a cartoon and decided it was the perfect pet. He even named it already—Spike.” Evan shook his head, chuckling. “We might need to prepare for that.” The conversation flowed effortlessly. I had dreamed of moments like this. And now, I was living in it. As the plates were cleared away, Evan leaned back in his chair, watching me with that familiar intensity in his gaze.

I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry. Eve quickly leaned closer and gave me a sip of water. "Don’t speak, just eat.” Her face was pale, but she forced a gentle smile. I looked up at her and whispered, "Eve, you’re alive. I’m so glad." She nodded, tears in her eyes, and tore off another piece of meat, pressing it to my lips. I clenched my mouth shut, shaking my head frantically. Eve’s gaze was firm. "Emma, you need to stay alive. There’s hope as long as you’re alive."

He winked and I smiled. "But wait, Mia. Are we not going to talk about what happened today?" Eva asked as she tried to dodge Lucien's lips from kissing her face. I swear the man seemed like he would start making out with her right here. I couldn't blame him. Once a man got the taste of my girl, they simply couldn't stay away. "Talk about what?" I scratched my temple. "Sean?" "She's talking about how your wolf evolved like a Pokemon." Lucien answered and Eva nodded.

"Atlas can buy you all the artisanal coffee in the tri-state area, Tamine. He can throw money, and grand gestures, and European sports cars at you until his trust fund runs dry." Evans leaned forward again, reaching out to tap his index finger firmly against the cover of my Great Gatsby textbook. "But I'm the one sitting across from you," Evans said softly, his voice dropping to a register that made the rest of the world fade away. "I'm the one showing up on time. I'm the one putting in the work. He can try to buy your attention from across the campus, but I'm here, in reality." Evans flashed a wicked, devastating smile that completely derailed my train of thought. "Drink it. You look tired,