Chosen Mates, Stolen Fates
“No problem. I’ll just bring some to the table and read with you, if that’s alright.”
“By all means,” Benjamin said. He left me alone with the shelf, retreating to the table and his notebook.
I debated silently with myself, tempted beyond all reason to grab the three books from the shelf. But instead, I grabbed three texts that I had no interest in, red and black and brown, and brought them to the table.
We read in silence for nearly two hours. But as my eyes scanned the pages, I digested nothing, barely even seeing the words on the pages. I had to remind myself to turn the pages to make it look like I was reading, all the while debating my next move.
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