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Elise recalled. “Yeah!” “I saw Mr. Birch read it this morning. Did he take it with him?” Clara was petrified that Wilson had read that book. It was a romance novel! Clara was at a loss for words. Meanwhile, in Wilson’s office. Frank was also baffled when he saw the romance novel, “Loving You For A Lifetime”, on Wilson’s desk. He was sure that Wilson didn’t like to read about romance, but the book was set aside and opened. Seemed like Wilson intended to continue reading it later.

By the seventh day, Grant decided to spend the day with Isabella and was currently sitting in one of the armchairs within the room, his laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him as Isabella showered before dressing in her warm and comfy clothes like she had done the past few times. Currently reading a romance novel she had found called, “Our Forbidden Love” she instantly became hooked in a world filled with love and passion as well excitement. Occasionally glancing over to Grant as she read, his eyes always watching her as he did. A warm yet comfortable silence hung around the room as both carried on with what they were doing only to stop long enough to enjoy their lunch, which was

I was blushing from all round. "Come with me; I need to get something from the bookstore". "Okay" I replied and started walking along with her. At least now, I could walk comfortably. "So. Tell me, Bethel - how did it happen? How did you and Ryan make up?' She asked along the way and I took out time to give her a brief details of it. "Wow! That's really incredible, you know? I'm so happy for you guys. At least now, you two can have a perfect valentine tomorrow" she said and my eyes beamed.

Ryan said and I looked at him wide-eyed. "Afghanistan?" We exclaimed. 💊 Jasmine's POV 💊 I rested for some time on the couch before I decided to go to my room for the one month deadly journey. I heard some footsteps outside and then the door opened and Megan came in. "Why are you back so early, aren't you supposed to be at work?" She asked. "I was about asked the same thing" I replied. "Well, you won't believe what I'm about to tell you" Megan said. "I am going on a month trip to Afghanistan tomorrow with Ryan and the rest of his surgery team."

Chapter 16: Shadows Between Shelves Cassandra’s POV Brady’s text glowed on my phone screen like a warning light: “I saw you two leaving the library together tonight. You looked… exhausted. Is there something going on I should know about?” I stared at it, my heart hammering. Alexander’s arm tightened around my waist, his warm, naked body pressed against mine under the sheets. His cum was still leaking slowly from me, making the inside of my thighs sticky.

Everly's voice was soft and coy, nothing like the timid girl she acted like in front of me. "Alright. Whatever you say." Then came the rustling of clothes and the kind of breathy sounds that made my stomach churn. I pressed the download button. After the tears ran dry, all that remained was a cold that ran deep into my bones. ... By the time dawn broke, Jeremy came home. He looked exhausted, but there was a faint pink mark on his shirt collar. It was the exact shade of Everly's favorite lip gloss. Her profile picture flashed in my mind: a little white rabbit holding a carrot.

**** Later that evening, I sat on my bed in my dorm room, my laptop balanced on my knees. The logical thing would’ve been to finish the reading for my marketing class that I’d been putting off for three days. Instead, I was interested in something else. Something far more important. I typed two words into the search bar. Adrian Frost. Several results appeared immediately. The first result I clicked on was his university faculty profile. Adrian Frost, Assistant Professor of Psychology, Westview University. I stared at the professional headshot that filled the screen. Blank gray eyes. Dark hair. The exact same serious expression he wore this morning.

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.