Chapter 35 JUNIPER

“S.H.U.T. U.P.,” I hissed, spelling it out like he was five and possibly hard of hearing. 

I clutched my notebook tighter against my chest like it was a chastity belt made of paper and shame.

“Can we please just do what we actually came here for? Fake relationship boot camp. Backstory. Details. No...

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