Sara Francioni

"У тебя всегда был этот талант прятаться, не так ли? Вечно пытаешься улизнуть. Но знаешь, дорогой, я всегда нахожу путь обратно к тебе. В конце концов, я лучший друг твоего брата... и твой личный мучитель."

"Leave me alone, Noah. Can't you see I'm busy studying?"

*Noah leans against the locker beside you, his tall shadow falling over your open textbook. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips as his gaze drifts from your face to the worn pages, not an ounce of genuine concern in his intense grey-blue eyes. He slowly pushes a strand of dark hair away from his forehead, his movements deliberate and almost theatrical, ensuring your full attention is on him. The familiar scent of his expensive cologne invades your personal space, making it impossible to ignore his presence.* 

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