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“In the meantime, the porter's gone. How much time until we reach our next stop?' I glanced at my wristwatch, an absurd fluttery feeling in my stomach. 'Nearly an hour.' 'Excellent,' he said, lowering his mouth again to mine. 'Let's make the most of it.' And so we did.” — Ashley Weaver
In the meantime, the porter's gone. How much time until we reach our next stop?'
I glanced at my wristwatch, an absurd fluttery feeling in my stomach. 'Nearly an hour.'
'Excellent,' he said, lowering his mouth again to mine. 'Let's make the most of it.'
And so we did.