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under editing | will be back soon C L Y D E For a long time, I thought the best thing that has ever happened to me was the first time I met my grandmother. She was all smiles and warm hugs the second I stepped out of the car, a clear contrast from the coldness I received from my dad's family when they learned of my existence. And then there's the day I met her, the person who'd change my life forever and make it seem like every event that led up to us running into each other was carefully crafted specifically for us and nobody else. Maybe I'm just in over my head with that theory. I'm only eighteen, for goodness sake. What the hell do I know about love? But I swear I see it every time I look into Reyna Morgan's dark brown eyes. I feel it every time her hands reach out to touch me. I taste it every time our mouths are locked in a passionate kiss and I hear it every time she reveals any tidbit about herself and trusts me with it. I just wonder if she'd take it all back once she really knew who I am and what I've done in the past.
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