Chapter 17 Getting Used To Her Presence

SARGIS'S POV

I was smiling to myself like a damn fool.

The image of her, my Narine, with her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel as she devoured banana after banana kept replaying in my mind.

God, I was whipped.

Not even in the cute, casual kind of way either. I mean soul-bound, spine-melting, I'd...

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