Chapter Eight

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-Kingston POV-  *Sigh*  I could barely sleep last night. I bite my lips thinking of her lips. This is... complicated. I want her. I want to have her in my bed.  ‘Her smell, her taste. Mmhh.’ Azrael moans.  ‘Man, what do you want? You are confusing me here. You’ve never liked anyone so much but then you pull away like you did last night.’ I tell him.    He was the one that reminded me of Evelin last night but he is also the one that pushed me to kiss Alana.   He doesn’t respond and I sigh again.  I get up and get ready. I look in the mirror. My hair is a mess and you can tell I didn’t sleep well.   I head out and go to Alana’s door. I knock and she quickly opens the door. She narrows her eyes at me.   “Good. You look like crap too.” She says.  I smile feeling guilty.   She goes p

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