A girl entering her twenties all on one her own. But no one is spared from love and affections. with the Somerton Annual Triathlon Tournament on, can she listen to her mind and keep everything under control? **** GOD DAMN IT! She flinched and turned around to start her playful chiding but lost her smile when she saw her audience. Ryan Fucking Williams. Yes, Williams wasn't some charming last name, but his light stubble made her look over it. Her throat went dry, but the anxiety, commonly referred to as butterflies, came to life. "HEY" She threw out the word. Ryan's lips quirked upward in mild amusement. June wished she could take back that pathetic "hey". And slowly back into the storage room. And lock herself in. And never leave. ****
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