Forty-seven | 4 days, 9th hour
Sitting on Cain’s lap, playing temple run on my iPhone, my boyfriend suddenly squeezes the side of my stomach. Then he leans on my shoulder, asking me, “So what time did Mr. Lowell say he was going to come?” “He said ten,” I mutter incoherently, keeping my eyes glued to the screen. “So how come we had to wake up early?” I suddenly fall off a bridge, unable to jump over it in the game. My score only reaches around two million and Cain chuckles. “I just wanted spend some time with you?” I smile sweetly, squeezing his cheeks painfully. “Or you just wanted to eat at that bacon store this morning,” He rolls his eyes. “I really wanted to spend some time with you,” I frown, wrapping my arms around his neck. There’s hardly anyone in the hallway right now, with non-senior students in class rig
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