Ivy Carson a social butterfly and loved by her family a lot. She is a model student. Her world revolved around her family and four friends. Dreamed to be an interior designer and had a crush on the college's basketball captain and her brother's best...
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Donavan: Meet me in the janitor's closet immediately.Me: Can you please explain why?Donavan: Just trust me and come.Me: Alright.
I swiftly departed, giving a puzzled glance to Erina, sporting a disconcerting grin by my side. She was notorious for her unpredictable behavior. Shaking off the unease, I approached the closet cautiously. As I neared, my heart pounded furiously, and just as my hand reached for the doorknob, it swung open abruptly. Someone grasped my hand and forcefully pulled me inside. Suppressing a scream, a hand covered my mouth.
"Relax, it's me," the voice instantly recognizable as Donovan's reassured me.As I attempted to speak, his hands encircled my waist, my back pressed against his chest, causing me to gasp. Slowly, he turned me to face him, our eyes locking. Tenderly, he brushed a strand of hair away, leaning closer, bridging the remaining gap between us. He lingered near my ear, gently nibbling on my earlobe, sending an electric sensation down my spine."Aren't you tired?" he paused. "You've been occupying my thoughts incessantly."I gasped.Before I could utter a word, he interjected."Since you're not tired, could you do me a favor?""What?" I stammered, still bewildered by this inexplicable turn of events."Grant me another chance," he proposed, his voice filled with anticipation.
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