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Collisions on crossroads. West and I were nothing but collisions on crossroads.
“I heard she’s a real bitch.” “Watch your fucking mouth,” I snapped, pointing at his nose. “Only warning I’ll give you. You do not talk about her like that.”
Kissing Indya was as natural as breathing. It should be. I’d been kissing her since I was a kid.