Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love
Then, with a small nod toward his bruised jaw, she added, “What about you?”
He gave a small, lopsided grin. “You know, the usual. Guys fight sometimes.” He shrugged as if it meant nothing, though his knuckles bore the faint trace of that “nothing.”
Esther exhaled softly, grateful that the topic was drifting away. Then, out of nowhere, Nara asked, “Do you think if I joined the music class, what would suit me best?”
She blinked, surprised. “Can you even play anything?”
“Almost everything,” he said easily, and for the first time since she met him, his confidence sounded almost boyish. “I’m a multi-instrumentalist.”
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