Returning back to where we left.
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(Friday—10:22 p.m.)
Still outside Winter Cameron’s front door, Lucian stayed inside his car, a hand on the steering wheel while the other is holing onto the gift he purchased on the way. Should I or should I not go? Repeating the same question for the nth time, he was stoned in his current location for three hours and counting already—all because of being indecisive.
His reason? There is a high possibility that his long hours of making himself presentable, practicing his lines in the mirror, reserving an entire jewelry hop to have all the time to choose which accessory suits her best, and coming into her house uncalled will make her hate him more than she already does.
“What the f*ck am I doing?” muttering to himself, he sighed for the nth time.
