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CHAPTER 22
ELLE
"Perhaps there will only be one boy whom I'd love till the day I die..." I was surprised when Neola suddenly stands from her chair, turning her head on the floor as she bit her lip, "Neo?"
"Uhm-I probably should be going, I needed to-" She paused, her cheeks red making me figure just as much of what she was thinking. I shake my head at her direction, taking Jacob's flannels as I lean close to her and whispered, "Neola," she raises her head, her eyes lost and guilty, "I'm talking about my boy, Jacob. There will be no boy on earth that will receive my love more than my angel. Only him, Neola..."
"But, how 'bout me?" The blonde lad suddenly peered out of the door as I speak; Luke came in and I settled back on the bed, watching him as he prances towards me, taking a seat next to me and resting his head on my shoulder. "Don't you love me too?"