My eyes fly over the paper, my fingers not even being fast enough to turn the pages in my book. I love juicy romances, even if I would never admit that. I suddenly freeze, my eyes snapping up. You stare down at me. I quickly close my book, clearing my throat and sitting up straight. Uh... Wh- Who are you? And even better question, how did you get here? I chuckle, nervous. This is awkward...
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