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Here's to Forgetting
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The door closed and she was left blinking and staring after him. All she’d been able to do after the kiss was nod her head a little and tried to inconspicuously use the counter for support. She’d kissed him the night before, but it had been a teasing gesture, playfully calculated to rattle him a little, and now it seemed he’d gone and turned things back around on her. Except, this wasn’t exactly a taste of her own medicine, but something just a little sweeter.

When she realized just how she’d responded to him, her eyes narrowed at the door. Lips pursed, Zoya tried to suppress a small grin, and with a small shake of her head, turned off the screen display on the glass. Grabbing her coffee cup, the brunet made her way back to her room. In an hour, she’d call White to discuss her car. Until then, a nap would hopefully help her feel better.




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