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27. CHANGE OF POWER
“Good morning.”
I walked past Damon and slid into my seat, turning to smile at him.
My body froze with him pulling my seat belt suddenly to clip it.
His chest brushed against mine and even the air froze. My hands folded as I stared shocked.
“ Good morning.” He said back with the brightest smile I had ever seen on him. His face was just past mine and he froze for a split second right before my face before fully pulling away.
My head snapped as he slammed the door and walked around the car.
I was out of it for a few seconds.
“ Do you still remember what you learned yesterday?”
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