Chapter 12 Sleep, Peach. I've Got You.

RYDER

I watched her disappear into North Hall, that long black hair swaying down her back, hips moving with every flustered step. My lips still tasted like her, sweet, shy, and eager once she stopped fighting it.

And she had no idea what she was doing to me.

I waited.

Leaned against a tree in th...

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