Jocelyn

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I smiled to myself. She’d fallen asleep with her glasses on last night. I took them off. I loved the way her tie was always tightened half-assed, her cuffs were too long and never buttoned, and her skin was my fucking religion lately. Especially the skin on her neck. I hated school, but I was dying for Monday. She was gone when I woke up this morning, and I wanted to see her look at me after last night.
Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)
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