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... nvinced this entire situation was just a dopamine-laced fever dream cooked up by a sleep-deprived brain and a repressed libido. I kept waiting for the moment I’d snap awake in my crusty twin bed, clutching a half-chub and haunted by the ghost of Jack Morrison’s latest locker slam.
But standing in Isabella Rodriguez’s doorway, her tongue still basically on mine while her lipstick bled into the corner of her mouth like a goddamn love letter?
Yeah. That 0.5% doubt? Gone. Evaporated. ...
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