Upon arriving home, I collapsed onto the couch. I was tired. I hadn't found a single wretched taxi, let alone a bus, so, as a good Samaritan, I had to walk all the way here. My feet ached, and my head was pounding. I was sleepy, very sleepy. I had to go to the university at night, thankful that I'd finished my assignments yesterday because today I couldn't think straight.Spencer came to mind—his eyes, his lips, his nose, his hair, his body, his gaze. I'm in trouble if I think I like him, very much so. Spencer is super wealthy, and a naive girl with a homeless appearance is not in his plans.I sighed in frustration.The front door opened."I'm home!"That was Lucy. Why would she come home so early? I sat up."Don't you have work?" I asked, furrowing my brow. Her gaze fell on me."Nope, Barret gave us the day off," she said, kicking off her shoes, leaving them lying around. "How was it for you?"I slumped back onto the couch."I got a trial week," I muttered, "And the most... sexy thin
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