Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"I'm sorry you don't trust yourself Enough to trust somebody else It hurts to see you hurt The only ones who love you at your worst"
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Ingrid's POV
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Walking over to my desk, I smiled brightly as Tristian looked at me through the phone. Sitting in my chair, I bit my lip as he propped his own phone on his desk and leaned back.
" Dollbaby.. when you told me you had something important to show me, I wasn't expecting that important thing to be a collection of twenty books you bought, " he uttered as I played with the sleeves of my sweater. It had been a week or two since we had gone apple picking, and although he was getting a bit more busy at the shop, he always made time to give me a few calls a day. And when we did physically spend time during the week, I loved being in his company.
" But it's important.. some of them are special editions... I had to wake up earlier to get in the queue online, earlier than I usually get up for my harp lesson and my assignments. "
" No wonder you were so sleepy the other day. Fine. Let me see what you bought. " He said, leaning in, and a small blush rose to my cheeks as his muscles bulged slightly under his shirt. Averting my eyes, I leaned down and picked up the many bags, and held up the first special edition set I got my hands on.
