TWENTY ‘You need to leave.’ I grabbed a hoodie from my closet and slipped it over my sleeveless T-shirt. Clark ignored my orders and slid my window open to sneak into my room. ‘Eve, you are mine. You’
SEVENTEEN ‘I was in an orphanage half of my childhood. My Mom dropped me there when I was six and claimed that she was going to search for my father.’ Clark’s head remained in my lap as I played with
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