Chapter 23

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"If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee potYou call the shots, babe just wanna be yoursSecrets I have held in my heartAre harder to hide than I thoughtMaybe I just wanna be yours"

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"If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots, babe just wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours"

"If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee potYou call the shots, babe just wanna be yoursSecrets I have held in my heartAre harder to hide than I thoughtMaybe I just wanna be yours"

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Tristian's POV

Standing by the door of my apartment, I hid my smile as I heard the pitter-patter of Ingrid's shoes while she desperately tried to hurry to get ready for our date tonight

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Standing by the door of my apartment, I hid my smile as I heard the pitter-patter of Ingrid's shoes while she desperately tried to hurry to get ready for our date tonight. It had been a few days since our recent library "date," and to say the smile on her face couldn't be wiped off was an understatement. She was giddy the entire ride over to my place and was very insistent on making sure her look for her first-ever date was perfect. 

" Dollbaby, we're gonna miss our reservation, you know! " I shouted so she could hear me, and I laughed to myself as her feet went a bit faster throughout the bathroom. 

" Coming! " She said hurriedly, and my mind went blank as she stepped out in a fitted black dress with dainty little jewelry and a pair of comfortable black heels, with her little white purse in hand. She bit her lip as I approached her slowly, and she looked down at her dress.

" I-I brought another dress if you think this one isn't good? " She said, and I couldn't even believe my ears as if she wasn't absolutely gorgeous. As if I wasn't feeling forced to control my thoughts with how innocently sexy she looked. She had no idea how beautiful she was.. How her subtle makeup complemented her features, how the dress she wore was made just for her essentially.. 

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