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Tonight
Shit. A wave of her perfume hit me as I opened the door. The evening’s summer breeze swished through her blonde hair, whipping it onto her gorgeous face. I found myself staring into those marvelous deep brown eyes of hers that I never wanted to see again… I finally found my voice. “Julia? Wh-what are you doing here? I thought I texted you-” “Emma, what’s wrong?” her voice, filled with worry, cut through my sentence. “What do you mean? I told you, I’m just feeling a bit sick today, so I don’t...