CH. 13: THE OLD FRIENDS

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I'm back!

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I'm back!

"I pull my shirt on, walk out the door

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"I pull my shirt on, walk out the door. Drag my feet along the floor. Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus. Cruel professor, studying romances. How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again?"--Campus, Vampire Weekend

 How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again?"--Campus, Vampire Weekend

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Thanksgiving hasn't been really in one of my favorite lists of holidays. It's not entirely true, though. I get to have breaks at least for a week without worrying about anything. What I don't like about is the morning preparation, the relatives visiting, and it's going to be endless statements of: "you've gained", "you've lost weight", "is there any particular girl/boy you're getting yourself into?", so when the night has come, both Nero and I are out to head over to Sky's household.

Right before we even enter Gloss' house (and it takes a massive convincing on the guards to not let the people in the house alert that there are additional two visitors), I can already hear the group's loud chattering over the clattering of plates and cups. Nero, who has been quiet by my side, is now grinning. My boyfriend looks like one of those models that get flaunted on billboard for the world to see.

My boyfriend.

The word sounds so foreign yet so familiar in my ears and tongue. It's a sweet word and orgasmic word that I want to hear every moment. Nero gives me that smile that has my breath hitching, and he takes my stunned state as an opportunity to slip his arm around my waist to pull me closer. He rests his forehead on mine before grinning, leaning down in the process to take a taste of my mouth.

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