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Telling everything to Phoebe had done wonders for my soul. I still felt restless, frustrated, and upset, and I was still lusting after Garrett, but at least now, I had someone to run to, to call, even to text when I needed to talk. Shame on me for not telling her any of this months ago.
It was past nine when we walked out of the coffee shop and to our dorms. Approaching my building, I rummaged through my tote, looking for my car keys. It was late, but I wanted to go out and grab something to eat. Preferably not fast food. I could stop by Olive Garden and order something to go.
I looked up, watching the sidewalk so I wouldn’t trip and fall on my face, and saw Garrett leaning against the wall a few feet from the front door. I halted. He had his hands in the pockets of his jacket and hi
