I love to hate you
Embraced her desire.
What now did she exactly feel for Sean? Or better still, what should she feel for Sean? Love, because her heart cried so? Or Hate, because her mind—for the sake of her family—and he, urged her to do so?
'Tell me something nice, Gianna.' With her eyes shut, she reminisced every sculpt of his lips and movement of his tongue.
Love. She wanted to conclude.
"No way!"
Yes, no way! she confirmed the inner voice, her imagination...or whatever it was. Family comes first after all. Then Gianna realized it wasn't her inner voice, neither was it a figment of her imagination, when the voice cried out again,
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