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I shyly confessed, and he just chuckled. After minutes of brainstorming on what movie we should watch, we ended up watching 365 days. I actually don’t know why, among all the millions of movies out there, it’s the 365 days movie that we’re watching now. Shit! It’s only making the scenario worse for me! Especially when the scene turns to the explicit ones. The whole living area becomes surrounded with defeaning silence, and I couldn’t focus on the movie anymore because even his breath had my ears full attention.

Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

I told her that sounded good and she gave me a peck on the cheek and headed off to bed. I turned off the lights and made my way to the bedroom that she always had ready for me. I unpacked my things and put my laptop on the small table in the corner of the room. I wasn't really sleepy, so I decided to check my emails and surf the web a bit. I watched a few music videos and then clicked on a website that I had saved. It was p**n (I'm in college, what do you expect?). I watched a few scenes when I started getting an erection.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

It takes you about a second to respond. "Brave." Supposedly one of the three Princesses who didn't need a man to come to complete their life. He nods his head, taking in the information before secretly rolling his eyes. Of course, you'd watch that. You were never fond of movies that had the same plotline as Cinderella. Having to think about a man coming to save a damsel in distress always made you cringe. The plot's overused and it gets rather boring as the year's progress.

Casually skimming through one, it took him a few hours to get to its last. Looking at the other two, he took a quick break by noting down some terms in his electric notepad. After a quick summary, he then read the second book, reading to its half, he left it there.

Crimson collected the book from her hand. "Your hands not reaching your ears means that you are still very young and not allowed to start reading love stories so from now you are only allowed to read books like Cinderella, frozen, Moana, Alex in the Wonderland and other Disney stories apart from that, no William Shakespeare books until your hands can reach your ears okay." Crimson said. "But why? I don't want to read that, they are so boring." Pearl pouted.

Please reply to me soon. She read all ten messages in one read, it seemed like a small read, Jasmine always loved reading books, books of old, romantic stories. She was a hopeless romantic. A part of her remembered all the fairy tales that she had heard and the ones she wanted to read or to watch them, even to live them.