Since We Were Eleven

Since We Were Eleven

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What if an old childhood romance just might have walked back into your life? Only problem is he wants nothing to do with you. ___ When Cairo, an old childhood friend of Abena Antwi returns back to his previous neighborhood and school, Abena is determined to spark the old flame the two once shared despite her father's hostility towards Cairo and his ethnicity in general. She is however taken aback by the sudden coldness of her long lost friend who is not only bent on vexing Abena at every chance he gets, but is willing to make Abena's father pay for a deed his daughter is certain he didn't commit. Will Abena choose the boy she has loved since she was eleven over her own father? Or will the two put aside their family and ethnic rivalry and focus on their present? _____ ✨This story is set in a Ghana✨ _I do not own the picture on the book cover, all credit goes to its owner_
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His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer." ----------- He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. -----------------------

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