THE GIRL WITH THE AUBURN HAIR he runs into in the corridor takes him completely by surprise. Bellamy just came home from a history lecture, his laptop and a book tucked under his arm when he sees her. His brows draw together while he tries to figure out whether he knows her. He prays she’s not some girl he took home for a night that has returned to have the talk. But her features bring up no memory. “And who might you be?” He asks finally, looking her up and down.
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