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along, no matter how much my head tries t

olving Keenan but the odds of one of those scenarios happening were mind-boggling. And m

What do I gain by doing it anyway" I asked because I was curious. What was it that went on Keenan's head, and of all the pretty girls i

lnerable. I swallowed hard, how could I say no to him when he said it like that. It was like he was drowning and I was the only one who could save him. He must be desperate t

he nodded. "I also get anything I w

ouldn't stop staring, it was like he held me under a spell. His eyes squinted, twinkling at the edges, he had just a dimple gracing his left cheek.

you. I'll be your fake girlfriend". My stomach dipped once I got t

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n of his laugh resonating deep within my skin. I was flushed when he deemed it to let go of me, my heart a galloping mess. My face felt like it was on fire. I realized to my horror that I was blushing, when last did I blush. He stared down at me, his gaze fond, it intensified the feeling he'd awakene

ng my breath right from my lungs. I forced my eyes close as I grabbed at his shirt to support myself when it felt like I would fall. The kiss was short

ealizing in horror that we were standing at a very visible spot in the middle of the damned school

is, even if it was fake. I wanted to be his, but I knew he could never be mine. He placed his arms around me, pulling me closer to his side. I hope that

him to leave. I let go of his shirt that I was unconsciously tugging on when he pulled away. He smiled once more, and I can't stop staring. He turned, walking off in the direction of his department. I watched him go, feeling both dread and elation. I tried not to catch the eyes of those watching me, but once I look up, I see a v

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