CXLVII. I’ll make it up to you

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Olivia “Deborah won.” I randomly told Storm that as I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. We were in the kitchen in my house, and he was making us some dinner. He looked like a sexy chef, wearing a white apron while shirtless and cooking. “Oh.” It was his only response. I honestly didn’t know how to feel when Mara texted me that. I even forgot about that event when Storm and I left. I had to apologize to Mara for ditching them. Thankfully, they all understood and even teased me. For some reason, I felt so weird. I felt needy with Storm after Kate told me all those things. I wanted to prove that Storm would never leave me, that he loved me so much even without Kate literally seeing us. Somehow, I felt that way because I wanted to reassure myself, and I was elated

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