Extra Story: Evan & Beth
The Night That Started It All “So, kiss me.” You can have so many reasons to turn down an offer suggested by a tall, well-built, fair-skin, handsome man sitting beside you in a bar, staring at you with piercing blue eyes, saying that you should go make-out with him in front of probably fifty other people inside this cozy little place of drinks and mellow love songs—but I can’t just think of at least one. Especially when the guy in subject, is typically your best friend and you’re longtime fantasy. “Evan,” I watch him nervously from my seat, settling with a wary look on my face. This was just all so sudden. I don’t really know if I heard him right or if this is truly happening or if this is all just another fantasy dream I had about him but considering the amount of alcohol I had
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