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What Is Mine!!

Penulis: Honey
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-30 16:30:49
(KAIRA'S POV)

I noticed the smirk that Van threw at Slade as we walked away. It made me feel sick to my stomach but I shoved it down and acted like a big girl on the dance floor.

My seat was right in front and so at that, I could see Slade very well. He had his eyes fixed on me like two beads, never losing focus.

Each time we locked gazes, my throat went dry, I forgot how to move my feet and I kept on telling myself each time, that I would never look again. I always looked.

Dancing with Van
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