![]() ![]() He looks at me amusingly just how he had the first time I spoke to him asking for directions to the attendance office. I look towards the face of a familiar brunette. "Are you reading porn?" I yelp, grasping my heart and trying to conceal my red freaking face. I'm on chapter 13 of when Misha sneaks into Ryens room without her knowing when a voice makes me freeze. Jonah hasn't mentioned anything regarding it, but I feel the miscreants in my stomach betray me when the thought of him reading leaves a knotting sensation inside me, like I'm being squeezed inside out. I'm currently still reading Punk 57, I don't know much about boys but Misha Lare makes me want to, desperately. I walk towards a table centered on the far right by a window, I moan in relief when my backpack hits the seat, I love books with all my heart but I'd give anything not to have to carry them. ![]() Just the simple fact of being surrounded by them makes me feel like the world isn't full of villains and distraught heroes. ![]() She's my favorite librarian, well she is the only librarian but something about her quells my heart.Īhh. I laugh quietly to myself, her eyes sending me a warning. Her blue eyes crinkled and bored as she waves me off before shushing me. Love your sweater by the way." She looks up tiredly as she yawns. ![]() Do your cheeks ever hurt from smiling too much? It's a real thing, but it hurts so good y'know? ![]()
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