Chapter Thirty Seven: Maybe it is seconds he needs!
I was that obsessed with the perfectly moulded man that at least three quarters of my brain cells were all centered around idealizing incredibly pleasing desires about him.
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When you are as careless and unmotivated as I am about making something brilliant of my academics, having Molly as a best friend was highly helpful. Seeing as most of my days since I became a bold bad b***h overnight were spent engaging her father in some form of adrenaline rush, my "to study later" list had grown colossal, lengthy enough to overwhelm.
Molly was being a sweetheart best friend, dedicating the rest of her day to helping me learn all the topics my procrastinator mind had put off with, fully convinced that I would attend to t
