Tamed By The Campus Bad Boy
Damian held up his hands as a hint of a smile touched his lips, “none taken. But then, it's a bit of a hermit’s life, isn't it? What’s so interesting on that screen that you have to hide it from the world to use it?”
My fingers curled tight around the edge of my laptop as I felt a spark of bravery. “You have been watching me, wow,” I muttered, barely able to keep my voice steady.
“It's just... personal stuff though. I do a bit of creative writing, mostly.”
“Creative writing,” Damian repeated, the words rolling slowly off his tongue. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “You know, there’s a certain…twist in your writing style that I’ve caught glimpses of lately. It’s not exactl
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