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54 | Softie
◇ KEL ◇
Before I could leave him alone outside, to my shock, Miles just let himself into my bedroom. No questions asked.
I locked the door, sighing at the guy sitting on my bed now, the gun just resting beside his thigh. My small cat-shaped lamp drew shadows on his angular face. I wasn't the least bit scared of him, though.
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