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2024-10-29 19:42:56Andrew's POV
My eyes widened in astonishment at the position I found myself in with Sheila. It was as if time froze and I couldn't move.She didn't pull away but looked equally shocked. To my surprise, the light kiss felt incredible. Her lips were really soft, and I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. The whole atmosphere ignited an unexpected spark within me, a spark that felt so divine, but everything fell apart when we heard a scream.“Get away from my brother! Do you want to hurt him?” Gwen's voice boomed loudly.She quickly pushed Sheila away and helped me stand. “Are you hurt, brother? I hope you didn't get injured?” she inquired, then turned to yell at Sheila, “How can you be so clumsy?”“Gwen, that's enough,” I tried to make her stop, but she wasn't even listening.“Is this how desperate you are? This is the only scheme you could come up with?” She kept yelling at Sheila.“Gwen, I said—”“EnoRelated chapters
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