"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."

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"She's pretty for a darkskin." words that came out of Josiah's mouth he wished he could take back. Have you ever fallen for someone that isn't your type. And you have no clue how to deal with it.

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

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