Chapter 6 The Mug and The Number

Cleo's POV

The mug is still warm.

That is the problem.

I am sitting on my bed at almost two in the morning, holding a cup that a boy I am supposed to hate filled and wrapped in a dish towel so it would not go cold before I found it. A boy who did not knock. Did not leave a note. Did not ask for a...

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