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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 970    |    Released on: 28/03/2025

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bstance that stimula

t of eating, put someone

but not in the wa

est it to the mind, trigger a craving that has nothing to do with hun

did t

of a s

ced with m

as the win

arely lingered

oth as aged

me wanti

ong it took to wedge myself into this tight parking spot. A struggle. A performance, real

rsed, moved forward, reversed again,

ce. Outrageous fees. But today, I neede

charging five dollars for a cup of beans and water? The worst part? I keep paying for it. My own fault. Two coffe

usic drown out my thoughts as I

the same a

rly tanned cougar is still eyeing high school boys-gross. Kid

e I am.

akdown about graduating college. Five years

No dream job.

e is a

pray for a D to magically become a B, plan a vacation you can't a

rize at the end

tions for positions you're not even interested in, dodge calls from

that defines u

ing sun. Either way, my bitter self is surfacing to

ediately seeping through my jeans. Fantastic

sudd

figu

g towa

blonde. His black t-shirt clings to his muscles, his grey sweatpants

next to him that

ader, effortless

ir, barely concealin

stretched over

werful, it's alm

short-c

m wearing three layers, and they're ou

t happ

lock on

bl

second, the w

oad chest rises and falls, his breath a mix of frost and fire. Sweat t

in my body screaming

a harassment charge. I ca

rl tackles billiona

lap a hand over my face, pretend

oth

mooth,

bly, my cheeks burning as

I'm holding my brea

ion, yet someho

ng every woman in the pa

ey are. They'

nort es

neath him. Screaming his na

my ter

. The type who collect hearts and sh

n cross paths

different kind of air-one lac

head, laugh

end. A decent,

Looking isn

, what a

find myself ba

mistry exam. I

silently curse God for not giv

not God's fault. I probab

ch, earbuds in, music drow

en

had

ure approa

ng my glasses

lue e

ath ca

i

ds tucked into the pocke

is lips, wetting the dry skin,

s throat. On

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