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a shit ton of emails and other official notifications. But not

irl saved my life, and for whatever reason, I can't stop thinking about her. Every time I close my eyes, I

uried in their phones and fingers typing away at tinted glass displays entertain me. Students carry bulkier

me. My breath stops the moment I think I might have caught a glimpse of her. Her wavy hair an

d the door opens to revea

ment?" he asks but doesn't

s ankle over the other's knee. A big smile cover

est in any woman. His dates are scarce, and no lady has managed to get a second one. S

e leans the page toward me, positioning it for me to see that the last word was fully c

intriguing title to increase sales. And that is a co

r the gay stereotype, but you have to be stable. No one likes flimsy people who change their preferences like socks. You are your brand." Cristian folds the paper and places it on my desk.

't set me up with stupi

the womanizer CEO, except for that last chick who made him pull the brakes on dating. And then the most coveted bachelor in Bucharest turned into a fucking monk." He sighs, trying to calm his increasing tone. "Look, I'm good at what I'm doing, b

't want to be pricked. "Stop fucking

And here I was thinki

old as time itself, a heart-wrenching story that never ends, a song of love and lust. When the first notes start humming thei

e side, pity in his eyes. "That gi

t me to thr

" Cristian says, his forest green puppy-dog eyes needier than ever. "Pretend you would like to devour h

us one for this weekend. So mi

irritates me even more. "Oh, please, no more

of c

tie. "You could have let me hope for a few d

one rings. No peace and quiet for me today.

specific scent in that area besides yours and the strigoi's. I think it was a human

fy backrest. Unwillingly, I smile. "I'll hav