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If only the greedy, selfish part of me—the one that’d foolishly wanted to be closer to her—hadn’t won out. If only.
It was infuriating, the way my heartbeat thrummed at the faintest sign of interest from her.
I don’t hate you. But I wish I did.
He was too rough, too cold, too masculine—and yet, he fit perfectly. An island of calm amidst a sea of uncertainty.
“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Ayana,” he said, his breath grazing my ear. “I. Don’t. Share.”
I didn’t care what other people thought about me, but Ayana wasn’t “other people.” She was the only one whose opinion mattered.
“I don’t deserve you, Ayana Kidane,” I whispered. “But fuck, I love you too.”