The ride to college was silent—just the hum of the engine and your hand resting on his waist, like it didn’t want to let go.
But the moment you approached the college gates, the familiar routine returned.

The ride to college was silent—just the hum of the engine and your hand resting on his waist, like it didn’t want to let go.
But the moment you approached the college gates, the familiar routine returned.

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