Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

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boons through the door and wreath through the cour walls of my team. I

OH, twisting and turning as I tried to kick off the tangled bedsheet wrapped around my ankles.

A loud bang on the door has me winding. I had the desire to curse cat whoever was a tiny door trying to wake me up. But my brain worked quickly before my mouth could open, letting me know the feminine voice belonged ta Gerirude before it was too late.

I rolled on my back, stretching my arms out and let out a loud yawn. “Hurry up Arabella it’s late!!!

My tired cyes opened swiftly, being forced to adjust to the light in seconds. What does she mean it was late?

“It’s already seven forty.”

Seven forty!

I got off the bed with the tangled sheets Wrapped around my ankles seeing that I

inly trip and to the dust,

“Fuck.” I said lowly, lighting off the wheet until I had finally won the battle.

kicking it asidel eventually got a hold of the door, unlocked it and swung itopei. Gertrude’s face is a mixture of frustration and urgency. “Why didn’t you wake me u pearlier?” I asked in one breath.

My heart was pounding, unwilling to calm down as an image of Mr. Boyd’s red angry face flashes in my mind. Gertrude’s pinched face gives me a look of disapproval. “I only arrived five minutes ago and had been knocking on your door ever since. Did you not go to bed early?”

her one of my

hours of the morning. If I

I didn’t want to tell

The

Ld

railin

was a less tenen someone’s

they didn’t even care. “Well, 1’ just go get ready quickly.” Every emotion left my voice. I

small smile to ease me I turned

out softly. As though trying to not

her. Her eyes scan ny features. “Your

and let my eyes stray to the empty hallway behind her. So empty, so dull. “I know.”

alkerlin my head

tablended

areating in

won’t be able to

extremely late, not only that but I had an inkling that Gwen

bathroom that was already jarred open. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and cringe at the tangled mess of my hair. I picked up a lock of messy brown matted hair, rubbing it between my fingers. “What should I

at a time as I bounded down the stairs and made a bee-line for the kitchen. I wouldn’t have time to get m y favorite salad

had WINYEMELİly in a hurry. Thanks. I answered with a quick

had taken approximately two minutes to slicwer. I can sahause I had been literally counting down the seconds I

to braid my slightly damp hair whilst putting on my panty and bra. It was a hassle and I was pretty sure I had

Her eyes shift to the clock mounted

glass container on the countertop and started chewing “No, she’s already at the school.” I grumble, chewing a little

Cite ww.

my eyes,

stomach. Then hown m I suppose to

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