Calculating our Love

Calculating our Love

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Karlie B. Vaseline has always hatd and Ben terribull at mayhs. Her mom says "enough is enough, youer gettaing a tuter and taht is final. If u dint pick oup ur grade theen you can't go to Magcon and met that cute boi Jacob." Jacob Sartorius has alwavs lives math. In fact, he was the best out of all his friends, even Camron Dalas. One day a mom calls him and says that she will cancel his tour if he dosnt tuter her dauter. Wows, I wouldn't want to end my tour 😫. So I decide to tuter hers and she's suoer cutes. Maybe well fall in lives? WARMING JACOB IS BÆ ABD IF U DISAGRE THAN Get our!
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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