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Pasts and Chances
Xavier's POV
I walk over and sit on the bed beside her. I drop my head back on the velvet duvet, inhaling the rich scent. I remember the first day I got this room as a kid. It was like a prison… still feels like a fucking prison!
Heaving a short sigh, I look over at Zoey. She stares ahead, seemingly lost in own thoughts.
This whole taking her top off was to get us to pretend to have sex. My sister will be up here to check up on me, I don't want to appear like some wimp. I don't want it to look like I am upset because I am not even close.
I wanted to punch that man so hard and, besides, running off made me look like some pussy. I don't want to be the fucking pussy of the family. That slot is already filled by my punk ass stepfathe
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