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It all started with a kiss... A simple new year's kiss. That's all I asked for. It's all I bargained for, but the moment his lips touch mine, I know it will not end with just a kiss. No, I end up wanting more. Craving more. Of him. Of his lips. Of his touch. Of his taste. I'm addicted from the very beginning and decide that he's going to be mine. No matter what, I'm going to make Avery Wilde mine. Luckily, he feels the same way, however, everything gets ruined the moment my mother comes into the picture, claiming to know him. They work together, and when she says the words, "Takara is going to…mehr

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It all started with a kiss... A simple new year's kiss. That's all I asked for. It's all I bargained for, but the moment his lips touch mine, I know it will not end with just a kiss. No, I end up wanting more. Craving more. Of him. Of his lips. Of his touch. Of his taste. I'm addicted from the very beginning and decide that he's going to be mine. No matter what, I'm going to make Avery Wilde mine. Luckily, he feels the same way, however, everything gets ruined the moment my mother comes into the picture, claiming to know him. They work together, and when she says the words, "Takara is going to be a freshman at the university.", it's like everything comes crashing down in Avery's eyes. Because he's not just a random man I met in a bar. No, he's older than I anticipated, more mature, with a job at that very university. I wished he would be a part of the admin staff, just like my mother, but no, I'm wrong. No. He's a professor. My professor.
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I have lived my entire life Cape town, South Africa where my life is run by 2 furbabies, a husky named Saskya and a cat named Stripey. I'm a hopeless romantic who dreams of having the kind of love I read and write in books. Coffee and music are my writing companions. When not writing, I like creating art with my hands and paint tiny canvases. My sister has never let me live down THE oven incident. In my own defense, she asked me to turn the oven on, she did not ask me to set the temperature. My only secret, my obsessions are known by those who know me best, but even they don't know about my solo karaoke sessions.