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I. Just. Wanted. Chicken

I sneezed. I sneezed right on poor Ian's pretty face.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered and smiled sheepishly when Ian slowly wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"It's okay." He chuckled, leaned backwards on the wooden bench and I could sense some disappointment.

But I was glad that I sneezed harshly and broke the almost kiss attempt by Ian. I didn't know what I would have done if I hadn't sneezed, but kissing Ian felt wrong in some way. Ian was extremely attractive and sweet, however, it just didn't feel right. It felt like I was being a disloyal hoe to a particular cold, impeccable, aloof, handsome, delicious, fine male specimen and that I would run out of adjectives describing him.

"Let's have lunch Ian, I'm hungry," I changed the topic, grabbing Ian's hand and pulling him up with me to avoid the awkwardness of our close proximity and almost kiss. "We'll go to that fancy restaurant I saw the other day. It's down the lane, on the way to the mansion. Call Brownie there, he must be hungry t
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