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... p> The ride to the hotel felt longer than it should have. Maybe it was because my mind wouldn’t shut up, or maybe it was the way my heart kept hammering in my chest every time I remembered what she had texted me.
Please.
Just one word, but it had been enough.
Enough to make me get dressed. Enough to make me get on my bike. Enough to make me drive across the damn city when I should have been at home, pretending I didn’t care.
But I did care.
And that pissed ...
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