The Lies That Loved Me
opposite me. "My mother taught me the same thin
you're an
in my hand. "More than the charac
from me. Oh hell no, I didn't think
," I
mine, making me shift uncomforta
flitted across his face. I didn't acknowledge his compliment. He
y book up to my face and resumed reading. 'Christian we
thought. Despite his earlier proclamation of being in an
ng was definitely troubling him. Not that I cared
e peaceful silen
ver the top of m
have a
ery, when I noticed his expression was different from what it
I wasn't attracted to
nswered. "My
my name absentmindedly,
checked my cell phone for the time and n
bag, I swung it over my shoulder and made to lea
a, hol
ed and looked up at him
pect-" he stopped short and his brows
ne, swoon at his words and say: 'Oh, any place
"Amelia, please. Can
N
ll give y
ur
I knew I wouldn't be calling. Jame
et, he shrugged. "Don't have a pen or cards
ng for my response. Oh God, t
d it to him. He punched in his number, passed it back to me
red and strode
you, Amelia," he
efinitely not m
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inous gray eyes.Her chestnut hair was wrapped in a neat coiffure
warm hug. "Ella, how a
s De'Lany. How
re just taking it
in my throat when I
hing. I don't know why, but her body doe
hut and willed away
all hope and wants t
Shortly after my mother had gotten infected, she'd slipped into depress
homeless, clothes-less, penniless; and I was only eight
sions since my mom had shut down compl
ered to look after my mother until I could af
ying fashion design part-time in college. Then I met Call
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