Chapter Twenty Four.

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"Reservation?"

Yes, table for five under 'Maron" Jordan states to the waiter.

"Of course, right this way"

Everyone knew I was a sucker for pizza and pasta, so we are currently sitting in an Italian restaurant.

Yay!

We sat down, Jordan quickly grabbing the unpreoccupied chair next to me.

Why is he acting like this?

Tom sat opposite me, giving me a smile that sent my heart fluttering, there was a small noise, like someone knocking on the table, Tom was bent forward, maybe it was someone's shoe connecting with Tom's shin? I jab Jordan with my elbow.

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