Sinful Pleasures

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were in any of it. The bell rang for lunch and I was grateful as it meant

nal bookworms. The library actually had stunning architecture and it also was filled with loads and load

eading whatever I wanted. I usually did most of my assignments at scho

my homework that I didn't even hear someone sitting next to me. It was only when they shoved a sandwich in fr

im. He seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. He simply shut my mouth

then what are you doing here in the library almost no one ever comes here" "Why? Can't I

me up, now he probably thinks that I am a weirdo. I was ranting to myself when I noticed that he was still ho

ssion. I found it slightly weird but went back to my work hoping that he would ignore me as

ally can't," I replied back. "Why? '' he asked me. " I just can't". He gave me a knowing look and sighed . "Then at least gi

pliment. I realized that now that I had his name I could stop calling him the new guy or t

uptly and I jumped up in my seat , gathered my things and

also couldn't afford to be attracted to anyone and he already gave me butterflies when I just met him today. I just couldn't get my

went peacefully and the last class was art which I thoroughly enjoyed. I loved releasing all of my pent up emotions th

asant mood after the art class as all my pent up emotions were released and I felt refreshed. Though my body was

myself to some snacks because I felt like it. I started dreading the time when I got home

d usually stay home while father worked. When I went to the kitchen, I saw a note saying t

fuzzy socks. I put some ointment on the bruises and sat down on my be