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The ex games

The ex games

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Katie, a sweet young college school girl who fell in love. Only to get her heart broken by a small white lie. "It's one weekend, Katie. You'll survive." Meg giggled at the expression on my face. "I mean, "it can't be that bad...can it?" "It going to be worse than bad." I groaned and flopped down on her bed. "I may die. I mean it. I may literally die of embarrassment. "You won't die, you may be embarrassed,though." She gave me a sympathetic smile. "I can't believe this is happening to me." I buried my head into her pillow. "Of all the jobs in all the world, I had to get this one." "Hello, Katie." "Hello, Brandon." I whispered and stared at his face, trying to memorize every line and hair for future reference. He took a step toward me, and his hands rested on my shoulders. I swallowed hard and looked up so that our eyes were connected. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine softly. "That's for the memories." He whispered and I smiled at him weakly, tears filling my eyes. I couldn't believe he'd remembered that line. It had been so many years ago that he'd first said it. "That's for the memories." Brandon pushed me against the elevator wall as soon as the door closed. "What memories?" I stared at him, wide-eyed. "The ones we're about to make." ***************** Am really bad at giving out spoilers on books😀, don't mind me all I can tell you is to go ahead and read till your heart content Please like, vote, share, and recommend my books to your friends that also love books Love you guys😍❤️💋 This book is a word of fiction.Any resemblance to actual person,living, or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, character, business, organization, places, events, and incidents are product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously
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