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Chapter forty five ~ A lost home

All my windows still are broken,

but I'm standing on my feet

Sarah was ready to have that talk.

She had stalled for too long anyway, hoping not to run into his existence yet it didn't help the fact that they were in the same class and asides culinary arts and music, they took almost all subjects together which meant one thing-bumping into each other more than often.

Today was one of those days she bumped into George- George with his smooth hair cut, fine lips, intriguing eyes and talented hands. It made her turn into a mush of uneasiness especially recalling that night in his car...the easy slid of his fingers caressing her skin and his lips kissing all parts of her...

Snap out of it Sarah! You just threw his phone off his hands. Her subconscious reminded.

She bent down almost immediately he did to pick his phone, his hands slightly brushed against hers and she quickly drew her hands back.

"Hey, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." She stuttered, looking up at him. Her brows creas
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