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“Right.” Theodore tried to focus, but his eyes kept drifting back to the library. Was that blood on her face? Don’t do it, Theo. Don’t— “Actually … just give me a sec, okay? I’ll meet you guys there.”
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“Kilian is probably a safer friend than I am.” His eyes dropped from her face to the window. “All anyone talks about is how much of a gay icon he is and how he’s completely disinterested in everyone. They won’t suspect you two of trying to force a bond.”
😮🏳️🌈? 🙂↕️😝🥳
“When?” she croaked on an exhale that threatened to break her. But she wouldn’t allow it. Not in front of him. Not in front of the cameras. Not yet. “Just before Thanksgiving last year,” he answered. Adding, “I wanted you focussed on your studies.”
Ummm excuse me what the actual fuck???
A message seemed to pass between them, Ashford cocking a brow, almost like a challenge, and then Theodore drew out the paper. “Roses are red, violets are blue, try to kiss me and I will actually kill you.” He lifted the paper, and she knew he was scenting it, even though it might not have been apparent to the rest of the crowd. “Isobel Carter.”
DA DA DA DADUM BOW BOW BOW 😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝
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