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Her deep breathing full of excitement. <-----------------------------> Author's Thoughts: "Mmm holy crap such a passionate story. I read this at work and now I'm rock hard!"

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“Good morning, Arabella.” “Morning,” I said, distracted. She glanced at the book in my hands and smiled. “Something special?” I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure how to explain it. “It’s… yeah. It’s something.” She passed me a plate of fruit and warm bread, already knowing I wasn’t going to sit and eat like a proper person. I muttered a thank you, tucked the plate against my hip, and walked out—still reading. The story was a sweet love story. Between two really different people. It was bittersweet.

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He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

My homeworks is easy so I would have time to read this again. I arrange my things and start reading the books I had for my first homework. I was so invested in what I was doing, I jotted down notes that I thought were important, highlighted quotes and put tabs on the book. I reviewed all the information I have but it felt like it wasn't enough. I tried to read again but something keeps bothering me. It was a weird feeling. I never felt this feeling after I forced her out of my life. I think something will happen at the party. I brushed the thought and decided to read the mythology book. My favorite story is about Hades and Persephone and Cupid and Psyche. I think the reason why I like the Cu

It didn't mean a thing so I think it's okay. "Okay .. L-Love" I stuttered. Gradually a smile plastered in his face. It seems that he likes it when I called him love. "So what story do you want me to read love?" he used to be very serious for a minute, now he's being sweet again. "The Little Mermaid” "Okay love. Wait I'll take it first” "Thank you” He quickly got the book in the shelf. He immediately came back and sit beside me in the bed.

I hope you saw me in yours too . °°°°° ‘All this story for a simple message of I won’t be around for breakfast. He could have just sent a simple text or dropped a message through Albert. And I thought I was dramatic.’ I mused, pressing the letter to my lips, which formed a silly smile. ‘But it’s so sweet and romantic. And he even ended it with ‘love, ‘. Ahh, it’s so cute. And he dreamt of me too.’ My romance-loving heart couldn’t help but melt, and I twirled around the kitchen, swooning like a maiden who received a love letter. Though it wasn’t exactly one, it still made me mushy and feathery.