44. White Lie
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He called us ‘kids’.
KIDS!
Can you freaking imagine that?
I wanted to hide in a corner and never show him my face again. Sitting in his car while he drives me to the party was the last thing I wanted. But did I have a choice? Nope.
Every time Philip throws a glance at me, I want to melt into a puddle. Either the front door was unlocked or Philip had a key. And I am God-damn sure he heard us. Why would he declare himself otherwise?
The fact that my lips are still tingling from the kiss doesn’t ease my mind either. I want to close my eyes and imagine that heavenly sensation. The warmth of Mikolaj’s breath still lingers on my skin. I wish I could melt into him. I wanted to feel his fingers on my aching core. But again, I didn’t have any choice.
That’s why I am pre
