LITTLE MISS RED
His voice softens, and that expression—sad, helpless—hits me right in the chest.
“I do miss you,” I whisper.
“I’ll be back soon, love. I promise.”
I nod, biting back the urge to say hurry.
“Bye, love.”
“Bye.”
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“Bye, Miss Townsend.”
“Bye,” I smile, waving as the last professor leaves campus. And once again, I’m the last one here because my boss is a stuck-up bitch with an ego problem.
Finally finishing the last document, I stretch and sigh.
“Done at last.”
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