“Now here’s the part that’s crazy, Gayle. My Grams likes to call it an exotic, ancient dish, but I know that it’s just damned eggs mixed with vegetables and…”
I lost track of all the words coming out of Natasha’s mouth, my mind replaying the delicious scene that had happened two days ago.
I couldn’t even believe that much time had gone by, for the scene was still fresh in my memories, haunting me in my dreams at night, teasing me by day, altogether leaving me in a hot, bothered and unfocused state.
“GAYLE!”
I jumped up with a start at the mention of my name, shooting Natasha an apologetic look, “Sorry,” I mumbled softly, but the worry in her eyes was not lost on me. “Are you sure you’re okay, Gayle? You have been distracted these past few days, even in class, what’s going on?”
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