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Imogen sat on the couch anxiously waiting for Zaiden to knock at her door. She’d already finished making the ramen, one bowl for him and one bowl for her. The girl bounced her knees as she stared intently at her phone; she wasn’t quite sure if she could wait much longer. She wanted to know what his lips tasted like and what his skin felt like. “Come on,” She groaned to herself, and grabbed her phone. Thumbs padded against the touchscreen, sending the boy a text: wasn’t thinking about braiding your hair!! i wanted you to braid mine :(( i have no clue how to do that! i don’t do drugs and i am becoming very impatient, don’t you understand that i want to kiss you? Imogen let out a sigh, listening to the way Berlioz purred as he rolled around on the carpeted floor. “Please hurry up, cute boy.”








