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And shorts. Shorts that exposed long, toned legs. There really should be laws against legs like his being on public display. I shut the door and lingered there as he sank into the only sofa in the room. He looked bigger here—though I knew that was ridiculous. This had once been his space, but now it was filled with my things, making it feel smaller by comparison. I crossed my arms over my chest, staying by the door. “I don’t bite, Blue,” he said, turning his gaze toward me.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

I returned it with the same quality of gesture. And we kept walking in opposite directions. Two people occupying the same building, pursuing the same broad subject from different angles, neither of them pulled toward the other by anything except the work itself. That was exactly what it should have been. The sales update came through that afternoon. Love Me Then Destroy Me had entered the international bestseller list within twenty-four hours of release. Number one in social reform nonfiction across multiple markets. I stared at the notification for longer than I had expected to.

If the talk was bad, I fear of what will happen when I do confess. And there was also another issue I had to deal with. I was beginning to get a migraine. "You keep answering yes to all the dumb shit I had to say. What's wrong with you? You have been in your happy paradise for months now and today you choose to be gloomy? Did you two break up?" Colby asked which completely caught me off guard. The book I was about to put into my locker slips out of my hand and falls to the floor with a loud thud.

Hey " I greeted smiling nervously Why am I suddenly nervous around Ray? '' can I come in ? He asked still at the door . I quickly opened the door wide " Of course you can " I replied letting him in ... My apartment is a small room with my kitchen and bathroom in the same room so everything is kinda packed ,since I was going to move in with Henry when we get married I thought living here was fine . Damn that Henry! I can't believe my whole world revolved around him . The only space available to sit is on my bed and that was when I realized my underwear was lying helplessly on the bed ,I almost screamed .

I turn the door knob open and I take a peak. Just a peak, I tell myself but soon I'm seated on his bed and reading a novel that I got from the shelf of books just at a corner of his room. I can't help it, his room is so arranged, the opposite of what I expected. Everything about the is in black and white, giving it this gothic vibe, I expected it to be beige just like the other rooms. Chasing Red! I've gotten myself so hooked up in the love story of the book that I don't pay attention to my surroundings. I never thought Nathan in all his calm and intimidating self would be interested in novels, romance at that!

I was so thankful to God that we could finally get through all the problems despite the pain and sadness. And on that happy day, I sent some food and gifts to Megan and Erin. I hoped they were happy too. I love you Jay, Jansen, Jessie, and Grace. =============================THE END============================== Thank you for reading and supporting this book. You are precious to me and all that support means a lot to me. And my new book has been published, it has interesting plot, more romance and also steamy scene. The book title is "Possessive CEO: Chasing Me Back". Hope you like it and Love you.

FELIX. I’m a shitty person. I know I’ve always been a shitty person, but at least I wasn’t like that to the few people I care about—one of them being my best friend. But after getting myself involved with his ex-girlfriend, I’m just realizing what a shittier person I’ve turned into.

Dragging my legs back to my locker, I stuff my books inside it include my bag before grabbing a novel and slamming the locker shut. I guess it's going to be me and my novel once again. Just like it has always been these past three years, nothing is going to ever change. Nothing and now, along with me hating myself for killing my parents, me hating myself for having a one-night stand with a stranger. I now also have to hate myself for losing my best friend. What a great life I have, isn't it? *** "I somehow knew that I would find you here." He smiles at me as I stare at him and I give him a small smile before moving a little to the left, so he will sit.

Sunlight fell in dusty stripes across the Persian rug. It was empty. Peaceful. Or so I thought. I walked to the fiction shelves, my bare feet silent on the rug. My fingers trailed along the familiar spines until they stopped on an old favorite: The Night Circus. A story about magic, secrecy, and a love that defies everything. I pulled it from the shelf, holding the worn cover in my hands. I turned around. He was there. Leaning against the far bookshelf, watching me. A leather-bound book rested in his hands, unopened.