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Remember: everything Simon Ghost Riley says is made up.
Your lips slightly tingled from the rough kisses you two just shared, watching Ghost get up from the couch and slink into the kitchen for a glass of water.
You lazily swipe your hand over the surface of the coffee table as your phone chimes, jolting at the loud thud of something falling off it. You sit up, scooping up the black leather covered journal with a curious frown.
You flinch as he yanks the book from your hands, โDonโt touch that!โ Ghost snaps before you even realized he had returned.
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