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Dylan In The Dorm [II]
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2022-04-07 13:33:00CAMILLA RENÉE
RESIDENCE HALL B.SATURDAY."If you missed me that much, you could've just said something. Different love languages, I guess, no complaints here."He chuckles darkly. I shudder and we're up against the wall.I choose to ignore his gentle stroke or the electrifying feeling it jolted down my spine.Instead, I shoved him harder and clamped my hands over his lips*Okay, I'm making a lot of poor choices today.*His eyes widened, giving me the hint that something surprised him. They only grew darker underneath my gaze.So what if Jimmy comes in here and finds Dylan? We're not together.It will be awkward as hell considering we were flirting over the phone and embarrassing too. I can't let that happen.Right on cue, a knock sounded at the door. I gasp and let go of Dylan, trying to spin away only to be tugged back in that position."Do that again."He whispers,Related chapters
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Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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