Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Arabella

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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?”

I asked her one

to tell Gertrude that I had only fallen asleep in the wee hours of the morning. If I did, she’d question me

want to tell her that

The

Ld

railin at

she looked at me Tik I was a less tenen someone’s

burying down the feeling of self -pity. I shouldn’t feel such emotion, that when they didn’t even care. “Well, 1’ just go

with a small smile to ease me I

As though trying to

Her eyes scan ny

to the empty hallway behind her. So empty, so dull. “I know.” I murmur faintly and closed

alkerlin my head

tablended

театly areating

won’t be able to pick you

had an inkling that Gwen

my reflection in the mirror and cringe at the tangled mess of my hair. I picked up a lock of messy

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 and less work i

the two braids had WINYEMELİly in

dari uwards the chick on the wall and wince when my szerordon the hands pointing at sewn forty-sixI had taken approximately two minutes to

damp hair whilst putting on my panty and bra. It was a

shift to the clock mounted on the wall and she squints.

“No, she’s already at the school.” I grumble, chewing a little harsher than necessary. I held onto the bag strap in a deathly

Cite ww.

my eyes,

rumbling stomach. Then hown m I suppose to

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