Alice's warm embrace as I step off the bus makes my heart race. She is excited to see me and holds on slightly longer than expected. I don't mind. Her hair smells like strawberries and vanilla. She lets go slowly and smiles at me.
"I have to go talk to my English teacher. I'll catch you later," she says. She leans in and kisses my cheek before turning around, leaving me to watch her as she walks away.
She leaves an impression on me, that much I know. Other than that, I don't quite know how I feel about her.
I walk to class with Alice on my mind. All I can see is her: the way her ripped jeans show off her legs in just the right way, the way her t-shirt clings to her stomach, the way her hair falls perfectly around her face.
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Break
Любовные романыClaire struggles to deal with a devastating break-up. Until she meets Alice.
