123: Wake up soon, Massimo

Frederick

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I knew where I could find Logan, so I reached the terrace of the pack house and found him sitting on the edge of the building and smoking. I joined him. He passed me the cigarette. I was about to have it, but then I pulled my hand away from it because Nicole hated the smell of it, and the worst part was that she asked me to sleep on the couch the previous time.

This happened to me once, and I was in no mood to repeat it.

The disadvantage of marrying a good girl

“I didn’t mean that,” Logan said after finishing his cigarette.

“I know, but apologize to her when you meet her,” I said, looking at the omega quarter from here. I remembered that, for the first time, my eyes were awestruck at Nicole when I saw her dancing on the rooftop in the rain.

I was smoking with Logan that night. I remembered how her cotton nightdress had hugged her body like her second skin after getting drenched in the rain. That sixteen-year-old girl had no idea, and since then, I have watched her grow.

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