Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 17

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boons through the door and wreath through the cour walls of my team. I

OH, twisting and turning as I tried to kick off the tangled bedsheet wrapped around my ankles.

A loud bang on the door has me winding. I had the desire to curse cat whoever was a tiny door trying to wake me up. But my brain worked quickly before my mouth could open, letting me know the feminine voice belonged ta Gerirude before it was too late.

I rolled on my back, stretching my arms out and let out a loud yawn. “Hurry up Arabella it’s late!!!

My tired cyes opened swiftly, being forced to adjust to the light in seconds. What does she mean it was late?

“It’s already seven forty.”

Seven forty!

I got off the bed with the tangled sheets Wrapped around my ankles seeing that I

inly trip and to the dust,

“Fuck.” I said lowly, lighting off the wheet until I had finally won the battle.

kicking it asidel eventually got a hold of the door, unlocked it and swung itopei. Gertrude’s face is a mixture of frustration and urgency. “Why didn’t you wake me u pearlier?” I asked in one breath.

My heart was pounding, unwilling to calm down as an image of Mr. Boyd’s red angry face flashes in my mind. Gertrude’s pinched face gives me a look of disapproval. “I only arrived five minutes ago and had been knocking on your door ever since. Did you not go to bed early?”

her one of my own. “Where are my

fallen asleep in the wee hours of the morning. If I did, she’d question me and I didn’t want

subsiding. I didn’t want to tell her that R. I

The

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railin at

less tenen someone’s porchShe felt soeny lut me.” They already left. The keys were under the mal when I got

I shouldn’t feel such emotion, that when they didn’t even care. “Well, 1’ just go get ready quickly.” Every emotion left

to ease me

softly. As though trying

to face her. Her eyes scan ny

eyes stray to the empty hallway behind her. So empty, so dull. “I know.” I murmur faintly and closed the door when she smiles and makes her way

alkerlin my head

tablended

areating in

is early chury w l won’t be able to pick you

was extremely late, not only that but I had an inkling that Gwen was just trying

already jarred open. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and cringe at the tangled mess of my hair. I picked up a lock of messy brown matted hair, rubbing

a time as I bounded down the stairs and made a bee-line for the kitchen. I wouldn’t have time to get m y favorite salad on the way so I had to settle for something quick

touched the two braids had WINYEMELİly in a hurry. Thanks. I answered with a

on the wall and wince when my szerordon the hands pointing at sewn forty-sixI had taken approximately two minutes to slicwer. I can sahause I had been literally counting down the

me struggling to braid my slightly damp hair whilst putting on my panty and bra. It was a hassle and I was pretty sure I had put my

be picking you up?” Her eyes shift to the clock mounted on the wall

bar from the spotless glass container on the countertop and started chewing “No, she’s already at the school.” I grumble, chewing a little harsher than necessary. I held onto the

Cite ww.

my eyes, taking

Til ny rumbling stomach. Then hown m I suppose