Yet, I couldn’t continue day after day without confessing. The unknown—what it felt like to kiss him—haunted me. Nothing prepared me for that moment. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Standing before Brayden, my heart ached for his lips on mine. In that clash of need, barriers crumbled. He became the missing piece, filling the empty spaces in my life. One kiss, and I was whole. “Good morning, sir.” Matilda’s voice jolts me from my Monday morning daydream. She glides into the classroom, settling at a front row desk, her fingers twirling strands of hair. “Did you have a pleasant
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