Nyah did nothing as bastian dragged her into the school. She wanted to run, her feet were screaming at her to get away. But try as she might, the moment his lips touched her hand she was oblivious to everything but him. Fear and love attacked her mentally, and he dillusional love for him won out in the end. She gasped, only wanting him to place his soft and warm lips on hers. It would be the perfect Christmas Eve, she thought, if he kissed her.
Perfect.
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