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Hurriedly throwing on his clothes, he stammered out, "I… Sorry. I was too presumptuous." Tugging him into a hug, I deliberately poked fun at him, "I heard from the other employees at Gardner Corporation that Lincoln Solt is the unattainable heartthrob of the company who has been hung up on someone for the past seven years. That person couldn't possibly be me, right?" As I spoke, I began teasing his sensitive spots. In no time, I felt something hard pushing against my lower belly, causing heat to surge through my body. "Winnie, I miss you. I've been missing you and thinking of you every single day for the past few years."

And it had already been 4 hours and no sign of him. "And now we have Wayo from the Faculty of Economics". The mc announced and Noah turned to the stage where Yo was sitting behind the Mic beside a piano. No doubt he had a soothing voice. Especially the song he chose. Noah smiled listening to him because it was his favorite too. Covered in lips Whispers in your eyes I'll be yours I'll be yours Nothing hurts more than not caring Time like black and white, knowing nothing about the future I feel like I've been waiting for you

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

"Come on, Nadya! Show me how badly you want to come! Let go for me! Sing for me!" "Shit!" I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was so hot, the light from his Grace brightening up my world as the buzz of an incoming orgasm deadened anything for me but my own heartbeat. My hips rocked harder, damning, wanting to be taken there with him. I wobbled on the tips of my toes, slamming down, almost there, a coil tightening low in my gut. "Fuck! Remmy!" "Sing for me," he said between peppered kisses. "Let me hear Hope spring anew. Let me hear your song!"

Song: Not Afraid Anymore (Halsey) Gianna When I opened my eyes, there was no roaring sound of gunshots going on or tires screeching. It was all peacefully silent. Was I dreaming? I turned my head, and the throbbing pain in my temples and my entire body in general screamed that I wasn’t. It all happened. The chase…the firing…the attack…Nico firing…wait— Nico. I sat up on my bed and looked around. I was all alone.

All the children are singing and laughing which is music to my ears. I miss you by Blink 182 comes playing through the speakers. Tyson is head banging, why is he head banging? Because it is Tyson. Rowan and Shiloh are dancing together while Tyson is still head banging. Dove is doing the funky chicken with me while we sing, horribly, I might add. "Where are you? And I'm so sorry I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always. This sick, strange darkness. Comes creeping on, so haunting every time. And as I stare, I counted. The webs from all the spiders. Catching things and eating their insides

I knew beautiful things were waiting for me on the other side. I stood alone in the vast, empty space. Slowly but surely, I began to hear distant voices calling out to me. They echoed around me, filling the void with a sense of urgency and love. “Noah... Noah...” “Please wake up... I love you...” “I’m so, so sorry.” “Noah... I miss you. Neil is waiting for you.” Raymond… It’s you, right? Raymond, please don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I’m back...

'pss psss pssssssss. I wake up to see Nemesis looking at me. 'I need a phone Narcissus to call my family.' 'Go buy one then.' I growled. 'No, I want my old one.' 'Shame.' She came on top of me and started kissing on my neck. What on God's earth was she trying to do now?

I would even have a glass of water for him to keep it down. I would wait until he'd fallen asleep before tiptoeing out to wash myself up. Sometimes, I would even stay right next to him, keeping vigil when the alcohol hit him hard. Now, the tender warmth he was used to was gone. Knocks on the door woke William up the next morning. The hangover was still gripping his head tightly, and everything around him was spinning like a demented carousel. He pulled himself up from the couch and wobbled to the entrance.