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Chapter 25
"Stay here? Now?"
Adam stands before me as I feel like the bed is starting to digest what's fallen into its trap. I sit helplessly and hope that I'm swallowed before anything else can be said.
"I know it's a big idea to throw out there."
"Big?" I question sarcastically. "I-I—I knew something like this was going to happen. I walk into the house and act like it's all casual, but I-I knew it couldn't be that easy. I thought we were going slow?"
"I've been trying to, Wrenley. I want you to be comfortable; I just think that we would be better off living together," he explains.
I glance down at my school uniform. I don't feel like a teenager, or at least I'm not suppose
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