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He put palms on each side of me, just below my armpits as he leaned down to eye me. “I’m meticulous when it comes to something I’m interested in.”
I had certainly noticed that. Case and point: “You learned about my mom and why I was stealing the money.”
“I knew who you were, Angel. Though I was intrigued to see you were stealing from me, I wasn’t about to let on, until I knew whether I was going to front you out and make you return it, or see what was going on. I figured it out. And it only made me more intrigued.”
“Intrigued?” I was confused as all hell.
“To see you were far deeper than the pretty girl I knew in highschool.”
“So, you did think I was shallow!” I declared.
He snorted. “No, I thought you were a pretty teenage girl, with the same priorities most do when so young.”
“Such as?”
“Worrying about what her friends thought, her parents thought, and trying to avoid the bad boys, while simultaneously flirting w
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