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... his mouth knew something his brain was still processing.
’Why the hell did I say that? Why does seeing her name make my chest tighten like I got caught doing something?’
He rubbed his face, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Three dots appeared before he could type anything.
~Tasha: I’m outside your place right now. Step out.
His stomach dropped.
’Tasha ’s what?’
He typed fast.
~Liam: Not around. Still on campus. Be there soon.
He di ...
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