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Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

A piece of paper was tied to a rock, which had been thrown through the window. “Who the fuck sends messages like this.” I hissed as I bent down to pick the paper up. My hands as I untied the paper and read the message written on it: "Meet me in the woods tomorrow night, alone. I know what you did. -A friend" A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. Who could have written this? And how did they know about Damien's death? The voice in my head sneered, "A friend? More like an enemy, Raven. What have you gotten yourself into?"

One caught my eye—it was from Mav. Maverick: Kuya, I have an idea to make Sienna fall in love with you. Just follow the steps in the book I’m sending. Good luck 😉😎 I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to things like this, Mav was a walking encyclopedia. Just then, Mang Lusyo entered the room holding a package. “Master Denver, you have a delivery.” “Who’s it from?” “Master Maverick, sir.” “Ah, thank you.”

Cherry opposed Brie. "It's not possible, that's what I mean." Brie shrugged. "So you think she's lying?" "I didn't say that. I'm just saying that it's Ben Larkson we are talking about, and everyone in City S and beyond if I'm not mistaken, knows that he doesn't accept that love exists, so how?" "Well, he had a change of belief." Belle shrugged. "Okay, look Belle, this is...I don't know what this is. How come he believes in love all of a sudden, I don't trust it."

I looked at Rivera, who was studying his coffee with intense focus, his ears slightly pink. "Your dad talks about me?" I asked, unable to help myself. "All the time!" Louis was oblivious to his father's discomfort. "He says—" "Louis, why don't you tell Dr. Bianca about that book we've been reading?" Rivera interrupted smoothly. "The one about the dragons?" Louis was immediately distracted, launching into an animated description of a story involving dragons, knights, and a princess who rescued herself thank you very much. But I didn't miss the way Rivera's gaze kept finding mine across the table, or the way something warm and complicated flickered in his eyes before he looked away.