Chapter 13 A FEELING I CAN'T DENY

DYLAN’S POV

We walked into a small café and got placed into a booth along the wall. I watched her most of the time, but she keeps her eyes focused on the table or picks at her ring.

I hate when she does that.

"I think I want breakfast," she mumbles and

Flips through the menu. My jacket hangs ...

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