Could've Been : BOOK ONE

Could've Been : BOOK ONE

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As they made out the middle of the dance studio as Ariel sat on his lap, Ariel began to feel hot. It was something him that made her feel different. In a good way. She couldn't describe the feeling, but it was a feeling that even Dominic never made her felt. She thought that maybe she was starting to like the other guy she had in life, but he just never gave her this type of feeling. But little did she know, she falling in love with her dead boyfriend's killer.
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