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I know I should stop this and tell him off, but I physically can\u2019t. He goes for the kill when he runs his thumb over my lower lip. We are so close to each other, his lips barely grazing mine, and I can smell his breath\u2014a mix of peppermint and alcohol\u2014all over me, intoxicating me. I wonder if it\u2019s possible to get drunk this way, if it\u2019s possible to be so consumed by someone that you literally can\u2019t breathe or think about anything else except them.<\/p>\n

I close my eyes, waiting for him to finally press his lips against mine and end my suffering. His lips are getting closer, and even though all I can hear at the moment is my heart beating, I hear his tiny moan. His lips are now touching mine when suddenly his phone rings, signaling he has a new text message. I immediately pull away and open my eyes, remembering who I\u2019m with and where I am after being so far gone from reality for the last couple of minutes.<\/p>\n

Relief and disappointment overtake my body, and when I look at him, he\u2019s already staring at me intently before taking his phone, not breaking eye contact with me. When he opens his phone, I see it\u2019s a text message from Sara. My heart drops. Did I almost kiss someone who\u2019s in a relationship?<\/p>\n

I feel guilty because I didn\u2019t think about her at all. All that mattered in that moment was us, his touch, and the way he made me feel. But now that the moment is over, all I feel is resentment for JJ. He\u2019s still looking at me with a guilty expression as well, and he opens his mouth to say something, but another text message comes through.<\/p>\n

He groans and finally answers her. I roll my eyes and completely turn to my side, facing the wall instead of him. Don\u2019t cry, Malika. Don\u2019t you dare cry right now. I refuse to let any tears drop in his presence. What did I expect? I\u2019m such a fucking idiot.<\/p>\n

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Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 1kitap1.com\/en Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Epilogue Acknowledgements 1kitap1.com\/en Dedication For my mother, the best person I know.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en Chapter 1 Jeremy I remember the first time I met Malika Washington very clearly. I was nine years old, so my memories from that time are pretty hazy, but not that day\u2014no, that day is quite simply unforgettable. It was a hot summer day. Not hot like \u201clet’s get in the pool and eat a bowl of ice cream to cool down,\u201d no\u2014not at all. More like hot in the sense that only shoving your head in an air conditioner would make you feel slightly better.<\/p>\n

That same morning, I remember going downstairs and seeing my mom make pancakes for me like she does every weekend. “Good morning, honey!\u201d my mom said in her usual perky and happy voice. “So hot,\u201d I replied as I walked over and sat on my favorite stool in the kitchen, still half-asleep. She chuckled and placed the pancakes that were ready on my plate, pouring some syrup on top. “I know, baby. Why don’t we go play outside a little bit?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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