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hing red. My hands are resting

. "If you want, it can happen now. I can quickly call up

n I feel on my cheeks becomes cold. My heart sque

os

n

crush on him since you always gaze

ew about my crush on Caleb and always threate

t I nearly trip over on my own feet. I sigh,

my voice a low whi

widening in genuine confusion. I hate

ng again? I thought you'd be happy. I'm giving you a chance t

doe

ve him out of my bedroo

lse... probably Mirabel to follow

in the quiet space. I lock the door quic

, knocking gently by continuously on m

e, Ca

er you. I also don't know Spain much, Ashely. I need you to b

ate word. He doesn't notice me, no matter how much

a firm 'no.' Ready to tell him that he can't need

d you there with me

o

can destroy a dozen year

e me cave. I hate how he still has

like that

but I still give in like a desperate puppy. B

ny that I love him

is is the last time I will come to you just because you

you in th

dish excitement fro

ust lea

ing down the stairs, then ev

ith him. Three weeks in Spain might just be

~

weeks

the sleek black Sedan tak

ful Crystal palace of Madrid, trying to ignore the obv

n. He is immersed in his own world, a small smile playing on

t can stay by his side whenever he's dealing with his family's co

ith long trees. At the end of the path sits the man

ere and it's definite

pocket. He looks at me, his eyes bright with that lopsided grin

e says, getting d

me by the hand, leading me out of the car. His warm han

our hands pressing against each other. Maybe I am wro

ge glass door as the driver carri

are cool coloured marble. We walk furth

room, Caleb suddenly jerk

freezes in place, his body rigid. My eyes

an elegant girl. She is wearing a silk body hug mini dre

ent I recognize as belonging to the Spanish tongue. "I he

f pale, before he finally blinks and

, go upstairs and choose any room

and intense gazing between the both

ally on the left and right. My footsteps are muffled as

until I reach the second to last room on the left. I pus

entered the living room. My mind instantly drifts to the unkno

ent rigid tells me everything. Th

ok the next flight to Australia and start a new l

surveying the walls in the room. Rather than a feminine like space

s mid-dunk, Stephen Curry scoring a three pointer without

eone... stays in this room. But

you get

ying a soft charming t

nd, my eyes instant

e version of Caleb. His shoulders

ng eyes fixed intensely on me and his wet muscular n

e firm, yet, my heart nearly pou

y. "His stepbrother. And the one