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Flora’s P.O.V “Come over at my place for lunch. Tomorrow @ noon.” I had received the text as soon as I had returned home last night and I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I don’t know if it was the surge of jealousy I had felt when I had seen him ogled by hundreds of hungry female eyes or because I could no longer deny the physical attraction between us, but I think I was going to do it. I was ready to sleep with Clay. Even thinking about it made my cheeks flare up, but was there really a point in waiting any longer? It felt like I was stringing him along otherwise. Yes, I couldn’t help but think about all the negative things that could come out of this union and yes, I was hella nervous about disappointing everyone, but…Clay wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. So why not give i