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Chapter Twenty Seven
Elsie
Jules never came back to my room; I had never been so relieved in my life. His presence had tainted my night; he always had that effect whenever he popped up. My brain wouldn’t stop reeling as the hours faded into the darkness, and it became a sleepless night.
I had been staring at the ceiling for a few hours when I heard a faint knock on my door. A grin spread across my face; I knew who it was.
I scrambled off of my bed and opened the door; there he was. His soft, innocent eyes were drawing me in like a magnet. I reached out and grabbed his shirt, yanking him into my compartment. Oliver barely caught the door behind him.
Before he had a chance to say anything, I stamped my lips on top of his. At first
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