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This weeks words: crackle, smoke, traitor
My
phone chirruped, a message from Kurt. I guess Jasper had found him.
I felt like a traitor having this crush, but something crackled in me when I saw him, an itch under my skin, wanting to get under his skin. He looked so smooth, so perfect.
Had he deliberately put me in danger? I wasn’t trained for undercover work, but I think I was just meant to keep an eye out, see who was in the club?
I lit a Marlboro; something about the way the smoke tendrilled sparked an almost memory.
Cheekbones,
curling hair.
A swallowing green gaze.
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