What it is about
Becky and I had been friends for virtually all our lives because our parents had been close friends and next door neighbours. I don't know when exactly my feelings for her undergone a transformation, but with time, I begun to crave her in ways that defied the rules of friendship.
The day I realized what I felt for her was love, she'd returned from California after spending half a month there. I'd missed her badly, and I'd been quite eager to see her.
I'd hugged her too hard, she'd thrown her head back and laughed too hard, excitement had crept into my belly too hard, my heart had pounded…
Chapters
- 1Chapter 1
- 2Chapter 2
- 3Chapter 3
- 4Chapter 4
- 5Chapter 5
- 6Chapter 6
- 7Chapter 7
- 8Chapter 8
- 9Chapter 9
- 10Chapter 10
- 11Chapter 11
- 12Chapter 12
- 13Chapter 13
- 14Chapter 14
- 15Chapter 15
- 16Chapter 16
- 17Chapter 17
- 18Chapter 18
- 19Chapter 19
- 20Chapter 20
- 21Chapter 21
- 22Chapter 22
- 23Chapter 23
- 24Chapter 24
- 25Chapter 25
- 26Chapter 26
- 27Chapter 27
- 28Chapter 28
- 29Chapter 29
- 30Chapter 30
- 31Chapter 31
- 32Chapter 32
- 33Chapter 33
- 34Chapter 34
- 35Chapter 35
- 36Chapter 36
- 37Chapter 37
- 38Chapter 38
- 39Chapter 39
- 40Chapter 40
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