by Pamela Ann
Defeated, he sighed and kissed my head. “I’m staying here tonight. I’ll be outside when you need someone to talk to, okay? Get rest, my love.” He then got up and left the room.
My love. I knew British people used the word love with everyone, but coming from Blake, it simply gave me tingles. It was stupid, but it did. Now, I’m really pathetic. Here I was mourning the loss of my relationship and I got tingles from my friend.
Seriously, Sienna, get a grip.
Sighing, I forced myself to sleep. I needed to recharge before I finally flew out to LA and confronted Kyle.
I didn’t know what will happen, but I was quite certain that my friends would be there for me… through thick and thin.
Thank you!
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Much love,
Pamela Ann xo
Table of Contents
Copyright
epigraph
My heart for yours
My heart stopped beating
Building Friendships…
Is that doubt I feel?
My heart chases the beat of the drum…
Two weeks later…
Thank you!
