Imperfectly Perfect
“And you finally remembered what you forgot! What is it that I forgot?” She taunted. The pendant dangled from his fist, the crossed sword one. “I think you should keep it, in case you want to give it to someone else.” She said absurdly feeling hurt at this. “And why would I want to do that?” He said closing the distance between them. “Because girls feel nice when their boyfriends give them a gift, especially jewellery.” She said trying to indicate something. “So I am giving it to you.” “I meant girlfriend dumbo.” “So you are my girlfriend.” “What??” “You are a girl, you are my friend so doesn’t that make you my girlfriend?” “Jerk.” Iorwen turned to leave for dance but his warm hands caught her wrist. The familiar pleasant sense of electricity shot through her hand. “Moore, le
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