ALLISON.

“W-We don’t know that yet,” I stammered as I felt the heat rushed to my cheeks.

“I know.” Wesley smiled and kissed my forehead. My heart skipped a beat. “But that doesn’t mean you can get rid of me, Allison.”

Wesley Morgan, the charming man that you are.

He smiled as he twirled my hair with his fingers. "If you plan to talk with Mason next, you can check the library. He'd probably there."

"You seem to know him a lot. Are you two friends?"

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