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... :47 am. I yanked the helmet off, hair still damp and tangled from the shower, Mordred’s oversized T-shirt hanging off one shoulder.
He killed the engine and swung a leg over, but I was already moving.
"Keys," I said, holding out my hand.
He dropped them into my palm without argument. "Text me when it’s over." he whispered softly.
I didn’t answer, I just bolted. But the second I stepped onto the quad, the stares hit like hail.
Heads swiveled, and Phones wer ...
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