Chapter 140

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• At my loft, I was staring at the plain ceiling for a good hour, watching the car light streaked through the opened window. I chose to go home to the shop than to my apartment. I didn’t know why. Perhaps, I was expecting to have breakfast at the diner again? With Megan. Jesus, I had it bad.
• The image of her parted lips had my skin burning hot. Those innocent touches while we were watching a movie, her rich voice when she laughed, her curves, and her breasts as I pulled her into my arms when she almost got into an accident. How could I get rid of those images in my head?