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Chapter 3
3 Angelina I wake up at noon and pad to the bathroom on auto-pilot. Then I see the huge black, blood-crusted t-shirt on my floor and it all comes flooding back. Jared and his super strength. His super healing abilities. What the hell? Was I on drugs? I accepted his explanation so easily last night, but in the light of day, it sounds insane. Jared, the superhero. Except he does have all the qualities of a superhero, doesn’t he? Hero. Strong. Protective. Giving. Oh boy did he give last night. And I gave absolutely nothing in return. Because I really don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost, or whatever the dumb cliche is. Jared is a player, through and through. But then again, I already went pretty far with him. What’s the difference between having s*x and what we did, really?
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