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CHAPTER THIRTY—
"crave your lips"

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THE RISING SUN CASTED A ROSY HUE ACROSS THE MORNING SKY, like the brushstrokes of a master painter, molten sunlight sneaking into my room whilst the breeze that intruded swept my hair to my face. The world outside was bathed in a rosy glow, the trees and rooftops silhouetted against the light, the sun slowly turning the morning into a work of art.

As I reviewed my bedroom for the umpteenth time, I slipped on my favorite sneakers whilst smoothening down the fabric of my blouse. I'd already packed up my stuff, barely fazed at the idea of leaving home again, however, I was going to miss it.

I dragged my feet across the plush carpet, my bags bumping along the floor behind me as I made my way towards the living room. As I reached the living room, I spotted my mom in the living room sitting with uncle and Allison. Uncle Jason was next to her, his arm draped casually around her shoulders while Allison was perched on the arm of the couch, her blue eyes twinkling as she took me in. The room felt stifling, a silent tension simmering beneath the surface. My mom smiled adoringly, sullenness lingering behind her features which she tried to mask, however, failed.

"Good morning," I greeted warmly, making my way over to them.

"Come here, kiddo," Uncle Jason said, opening his arms wide. I sank into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me like a warm blanket, his touch comforting. He had been like a father to me ever since, and now, in his arms, I felt that same love and acceptance he'd given me when I thought everything had crumbled.

The couch dipped as Ally sat down next to me, and I pulled away from uncle, turning to her and opening my arms. She leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder and I could feel her heart beating against mine, the rhythm steady and reassuring. The silence between us was comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night.

"Don't be such a baby, pig face," I said, trying to sound lighthearted. "I'll be back for Christmas. You can't get rid of me that easily." I ruffled her hair, hoping to make her smile.

She pulled away, shooting me with a playful glare. "I'm not being a baby."

Chuckling, I stood up and walked towards my mom who opened her arms wide, falling into the warmth of her embrace. "Mom, I want you to take care of yourself." I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth. "You need to eat well, get plenty of sleep, and maybe even take up a new hobby."

She pushed the loose strands of my hair off my shoulders and I watched her smile, sullenness shadowing the gesture. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, emphasizing the sharpness of her features. The light from the window streamed in behind her, making her seem almost otherworldly. "You are my daughter, I should be the one worrying about you."

"I'll be fine."

"If you get nightmares or have trouble sleeping, call me." As she spoke, the sound of her voice was stern and commanding, as if there was no room for argument. I noticed the way her brow was furrowed and her eyes were fixed on me, as if she was trying to drill her words into my head.

"I will."

When the horn sounded outside, it was jarring and sudden, cutting through the stillness of the room like a knife. I pulled away from her and my footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as I made my way to the door, feeling the weight of her gaze following me as I crossed the room. My feet sank into the plush carpet, making it feel like I was moving through molasses.

I reached the door, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle, the doorknob cold and smooth under my fingers, a stark contrast to the warmth of the house. The sound of the horn outside was insistent, like an alarm clock that wouldn't stop ringing. I opened the door, the bright sunlight flooding into the room as I stepped out onto the porch. The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the house. I took a deep breath, the smell of freshly cut grass filling my lungs. I looked back at the house, my family following closely behind me, Ally helping with my luggages.

As I turned back to the car, I saw the Uber driver standing next to the open trunk, his arms folded across his chest. He was a tall, lean man with a weathered face and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. The car was a sleek, black sedan with tinted windows, the engine purring quietly as it idled in the driveway.

"Quit daydreaming and move your tough ass." I heard Ally comment. Chuckling at her, I tilted my head to one side, watching her place my bags into the trunk, all before staring back at my family.

"I promise to call," I smiled before averting my gaze to Ally who stood with them now. "No need to sound bossy, you're going to miss me."

Her eyes, the color of emeralds, narrowed playfully as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Your car is waiting," she said, sticking her tongue out. "You'd better get going."

And she was right. The bald driver stood by the car, a scowl on his face, his massive fists clenched at his sides. I shivered, wondering if he would punch me if I didn't hurry and so with the last look over my shoulder and a final wave, I slipped into the car, the door slamming shut.

I buckled my seatbelt, the metal clasps clicking into place and peered out the window, watching my family wave at me. My mom's face was a blur as she called out, "Let me know when you get to school, love you."

"Sure thing, I love you too." I called back as the engine revved to life and the car pulled away from the curb. I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes as the car turned onto the main road.

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THE CAFÉ WAS A CACOPHONY of sound and a maelstrom of energy. It was rather compact, it's walls close and confining; the lines were fairly long, students jostling for position, their footsteps like a staccato beat on the floor. The air was thick with the smell of coffee and pastries, a constant buzz of noise filling the room.

Whilst I stood in the line, I let my eyes wander around the compact space; Every table was occupied by college students as they sipped coffee and ate their breakfast amidst the buzz, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a glare on everyone.

The barista struggled to call out orders, their voice rising and falling like a wave, sometimes drowning in the tide of voices around them, sometimes cresting above the din. Each syllable seemed to take an eternity, and I found myself tapping my foot impatiently as the minutes dragged by. Finally, I heard my name called out in a garbled shout, and I rushed to the counter, hoping my order had finally arrived.

"Morning Maria," I greeted, "I'd like two double shot ice coffee to go."

Maria just nodded and turned away, busying herself with my order. I leaned against the counter, watching her work magic behind the espresso machine, the smell of roasting beans filling my senses and mingling with the sharp scent of espresso. Two warm cups were soon pressed into my hands, and I thanked her before turning away and making my way towards the exit.

I took a sip from my cup of coffee, Bella's own held firmly in my other hand. Bella was currently back at our hostel, lying on the bed with her limbs splayed out in a haphazard fashion and since she was still too tired from her journey back to school, I took it upon myself to grab us both a cup of coffee.

In my rush towards the exit door, I collided with someone and my heart leaped into my throat as one of the cups were about to slip from my grasp. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding as I managed to get a firm hold on them, the relief I felt overwhelming to say the least.

I finally lifted my gaze, preparing to apologize profusely to the stranger for almost spilling the liquid on them, only to see Austin standing in front of me, his expression apologetic.

"My bad," he said, holding his hands up as he took a step back, earning a light chuckle from my end.

"I think I was the one that bumped into you." I said, eyebrows furrowed, a small smile dancing at the corners of my lips.

"Even still, you would've been the one knocked out, I have a bigger build," he said with a playful smirk, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

I let out another laugh, but as I did, his gaze traveled down my body. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I hoped to look busy and avoid his gaze, but his eyes only seemed to follow my every move. I cleared my throat to grab his attention, however, he moistened his lips, only to smirk down at me. "Sorry, couldn't help it."

I forced a smile, hoping to diffuse the tension  that hung in the air like a thick fog, stealing my breath and leaving me paralyzed. I searched for the right words to respond, but my mind was blank as every reasonable response left my brain, my eyes widening. It wasn't until he spoke that I was jolted back to reality. "Where are you heading?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm headed back to the dorm, just came out to grab coffee for Bella and I," I replied, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a rush.

"Let me walk you," he said, the words barely out of his mouth before he was already halfway to the door, his long strides making it seem like he was gliding across the floor. His hand hovered near the handle, his eyes fixed on me as if waiting for my response.

My eyes widened slightly and I felt my mouth open as I began to protest, "You don't have to, I'm good."

"I insist," His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument and his eyes bore into mine, the intensity of his gaze making words die on my tongue.

I let out a sigh, knowing that I had no choice but to accept his offer. "Well, since you insisted, then, sure."

He gave me a small nod, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners as a hint of a smile played on his lips. He followed after me as we both walked out the cafe and into the crisp autumn air, his footsteps falling in perfect sync with mine. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery as we strolled down the campus. Our walk was a silent one with me occasionally staring at the shadows of the trees that danced along the ground.

"So, how was your Thanksgiving?" Austin asked, breaking the silence.

I took a sip of my coffee and savored the rich flavor as I considered my answer. "It was fun and eventful," I replied after a moment, "What about yours? How was yours?" I asked, turning to look at him.

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "It was. . .quiet." His voice was soft, almost wistful. "Quiet but nice," he added, a smile tugging at his lips.

The silence that followed was somewhere in between comfortable and awkward, the sound of our footsteps on the ground the only thing breaking the stillness of the midday. I took another sip of my coffee, the warmth of it a welcome contrast to the slight chill in the air.

We soon arrived at my dorm and Austin took a bow in a playful manner, his right arm stretched out to the side, as if he was playing the role of a gallant knight. His eyes were fixed on mine, the corners crinkled in mischief and a smile playing on his lips. "Your dorm, m'lady."

My lips curled up as a laugh escaped my lips, however, the mood changed when he leaned in close and extended his right arm, only for the pad of his thumb to brush along the skin of my lips. My eyes widened in surprise, as I held my breath, staring up at him in bewilderment. I could feel the heat of his touch lingering on my skin, and my heart thumped erratically against my ribcage as I took a step back.

"You had a bit of cream on your lip," he said, an amused grin on his face. I was at a loss for words. What was up with him? Why was he being so playful all of a sudden?

"Uh—thanks, yeah thanks."

His phone lit up before he could get his next comment out of his mouth, his gaze ran over the text all before it flicked back to me. "My roommate," he explained, "he's wondering where I am."

I gave him a quick nod, "No problem, um, thanks for walking me," I said, giving him what I hoped was a grateful smile.

"It was my pleasure," he said.

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"HEY, THE GUYS WANT US to come over to the apartment and help them out with dinner," Bella said immediately I stumbled into our dorm room, the sweat from my evening jog still clinging to my skin, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

As I collapsed onto the couch, my body felt like lead, my muscles aching from all the work we had done. I let out a cry of agony, my voice hoarse and broken. "What? Why?"

Bella stood in front of her closet, raking through the clothes as she answered my question. "Apparently, they got tired out of eating takeout and tried to cook for themselves but ended up burning the whole dish." She sounded amused, her voice light and airy as she rummaged through her wardrobe.

The sight of Bella frantically searching through her clothes, oblivious to my pain, made me want to laugh, despite the ache in my body. I took a deep breath and propped myself up on one elbow, my eyes fixed on Bella as she finally pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt, throwing them on the bed. I couldn't help but smile at her, the amusement clear on my face. "Why didn't Valen cook?" I asked.

"He's in a study group." Bella said, shrugging her shoulders as she slipped into her jeans. She turned to face me, a slight smirk on her lips. "Now, hurry and get ready."

"But, why do I have to go? I'm sure you can handle the cooking alone."

Bella put on her shirt and frowned; her brows furrowed and her arms crossed over her chest. "Oh come on, drag your lazy ass out of bed, I'd even call Jess to come over too." The exasperated tone in her voice was evident, and there was an edge to her voice, a hint of pleading. I knew she was still somewhat tired and won't be able to do it alone.

Raising my index, I brought it up to my chin, only to playfully pat it a few times as if I was pondering over her request with a pout, all before letting out a sigh. "Fine."

Bella's face softened, the tension in her shoulders melting away. "Thank you," she squealed.

I finally dragged myself off the bed, my limbs still aching from the hard labor. The sweat-soaked shirt clung to my skin, and I could feel the fabric sticking to my back as I slowly made my way to the bathroom.

As I finished dressing, I could hear the clock ticking away the seconds on the wall, Bella waiting patiently for me. We both left the house for Valen's place and by the time we arrived, Jess sent a message that she would be joining us a bit later as she was also stuck in a study group.

As we stood on the doorstep, the sound of our knocking echoing through the house and the door slowly opened. A warm breeze wafted out, the air thick with the aroma of burnt food, and singed onions and I could feel my stomach turning at the thought of what we might find inside.

Walter stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and his face flushed and slightly damp. I could see a smear of tomato sauce on his cheek, a sure sign that the boys' cooking had not gone well. "You guys might want to hold your breath," he said, a weak smile on his lips. "We may have had a slight mishap in the kitchen." He stepped back, allowing us to enter the house that was filled with the sound of chaos, pots clattering and voices raised in distress.

We walked into the kitchen, our eyes adjusting to the bright light. A wave of heat hit us and the acrid stench of burning food hit my nose that I had to cover my nose with the back of my hands. The countertops were a mess, covered in a mixture of flour, egg, and what looked like marinara sauce. There was a trail of destruction leading from the fridge to the stove, and I could only imagine the chaos that had unfolded here.

"What on earth happened here?" Bella asked, not expecting their dinner to turn out this disastrous.

"Wow, I know I'm not too good in the kitchen, but damn, you guys are the worst at this," I laughed as I looked around.

Jaxon was standing by the stove, trying to pick up the steaming pan on the stove; Austin and Walter watching horrifically.

"Yeah, thanks for that little encouragement," Jaxon's voice was dripping with dry humor, resulting in my lips tilting upwards.

"Hey, I'm just stating the obvious," I replied, a grin spreading across my face.

Bella and I both walked over, peaking over Jaxon's shoulder at the pan where a charred, blackened lump sat in its crispy, inedible mess. The chicken had obviously been roasted for far too long and as I was left to wonder how that could have occurred, I couldn't help the boisterous laugh that escaped me.

"That poor chicken," Bella shook her head, trying her best not to laugh at the situation.

"Help us," Walter pouted, jutting his bottom lip at Bella adorably, and she let out a sigh, pecking his lips.

"First, let's start by cleaning up this kitchen,"Bella said, her eyes scanning the room. "I think we can work together to get this place spic and span in no time."

We all got to work, making sure to keep the kitchen clean and spotless. At some point while the cleaning, we scrubbed and swept, Jess suddenly made an appearance, stepping into a tornado of cleaning supplies and she had no other choice but to join in.

It didn't take too long before we finally started preparing dinner, making sure to keep the boys out of the kitchen before they caused another round of disaster.

Valen came in the very minute dinner was done. As he walked further into the house, his eyes twinkled as he surveyed the scene; from where the boys sat slouched in the living room to the kitchen where we girls worked. He let out a low whistle, "Looks like you ladies have been busy," he said, his voice warm and full of appreciation.

I felt a blush creep up my neck when his eyes lingered on me for moment longer, a smile gracing his lips before turning to the boys. "So you guy had the girls come make you dinner." He chuckled.

"Not everyone can be an excellent cook like you, Valen," Walter fired back with a pout.

Valen's chuckle was rich and deep, his voice warm with amusement. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he responded to Walter's comment. "I think you're selling yourselves short. I'm sure you boys are more than capable of cooking a decent meal."

Walter gave him a mock-indignant look, his eyebrows raised in feigned offense. "Easy for you to say! You're the professional chef in the group."

Valen grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the light. "Fair point."

The three of us stepped out of the kitchen the aroma of our delicious dinner wafting in the air. The guys' eyes lit up as they saw us, their expressions full of anticipation and appreciation. Walter's grin was wide and genuine, his eyes sparkling with delight as he stood up, spreading his arms wide, as if setting a stage for us, "Behold, our beautiful chefs!"

Bella's nose scrunched up, the scent of curry clinging to her clothes. "I feel like I'm wearing the dinner!" she said, laughing.

"You and me both," Jess agreed, her eyes sparkling.

"Guess we all need a shower after that culinary adventure!" I said, grinning.

"Why don't you guys spend the night here?" Austin suggested, but his eyes kept finding their way to me, watching my very move and it was uncomfortable to say the least.

"Yeah, it's late already." Jaxon added, none of the boys noticing Austin's eyes that had been glancing in my direction.

I turned to Valen just in time to see him walk towards me. "Come on, I've got some clothes you can wear." Valen's voice was soft and reassuring, and I found myself nodding.

I followed him up the stairs, feeling Austin's gaze burn into my back. I couldn't help but wonder what Austin was thinking, though.

As I stepped into the room, Valen turned and walked to the wardrobe, his footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. The wardrobe door creaked open as he pulled it towards him, revealing a neatly organized array of clothes. He pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and turned to face me, holding out the clothes. I could feel the warmth of his touch as I took them from him, our fingers brushing lightly.

"Thanks," I said softly.

"I'll leave you to it." He said and I nodded.

I slipped into the bathroom and stripped from my clothes. Reaching over, I twisted the handle of the shower, yelping when freezing water blasts on my bare skin before adjusting the temperature, my skin relaxing as the warm water cascaded down. I washed myself thoroughly, lathering in some of Valen's heavenly menthol scented body gel, before rinsing everything off and stepping out.

Valen went in to the bathroom after I came out and I made my way towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, the girls not yet in sight. Jaxon and Austin however we're both in the living room, a game control each in their hands as they played against each other, the sound of gunfire and explosions echoing around. 

As I turned the corner towards the kitchen, I could see the warm light spilling out from the doorway. The sink was empty, save for a single glass, and I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the cool metal of the faucet. I turned on the tap, the sound of rushing water filling the silence and held the glass under the stream of water, feeling the cool liquid fill it to the brim before taking a gulp.

"Carla, can you start dishing out the food? We'll be down soon," I heard Bella's voice call from upstairs.

"Sure," I called back and just as I wrapped my fingers around the pot cover, someone's presence brushed against my bare shoulder; the warm air radiating in the most unexpected way. My body swiveled around at the sudden proximity, stumbling back against the marble counter.

Valen settled his soft, blue eyes on mine, grabbing a a piece of waffle from the counter top behind me. "Why are you jumpy, is my presence doing anything to you?" he inquired smugly, popping the hot snack into his mouth.

My gaze shifted from the waffle to his pink, plump lips, as be slowly chewed the baked good. I swallowed, trying to recompose myself from the proximity. "You wish." I rolled my eyes at him.

He merely laughed, only to lean in and press his moist lips against my ear, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," I said, tilting my head to the side, letting a loose strand fall into my face. "Now move."

"Nah, I'm good here and quite frankly I love this position, don't you?" His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine and the words hung in the air, their meaning heavy and laden with tension. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, his body so close I could almost feel the thud of his heartbeat.

I placed my palm on his taut chest. "Valen, anyone can walk in on us you—"

My sentence got caught off by him leaning in. His eyes glimmered mischievously as he licked his lips, resulting in my mouth parting slightly at the sensual movement. "Why should it bother you? Besides you're the one touching me."

Fuck

No reply came out of me as I couldn't get my mouth to articulate any word, however, I retrieved my hands from his chest, placing them by my sides. My mouth felt dry, face heating up while Valen's eyes trained from my eyes, to my lips, down to my exposed collarbone.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I crave your lips right now," he said, his voice husky as his eyes danced back to my lips again.

I felt the tension in the air, like a magnetic force pushing us together. Being in that current position made my heart to beat uncontrollably, however, I chose to ignore the pounding beating, rolling my lower lip into my mouth.

One heartbeat

Two heartbeats

Three heartbeats

Valen slowly closed the space between us, brushing our chests together with one step and time just seemed to stand still for a moment. The smell of his cologne filled my sense and my feet stayed rooted in their spot, my body having no control over Valen's finger gently stroking my cheeks.

Valen slowly lowered his face closer to mine, so close his lips brushed against mine. "You have no idea what you do to me, frosty," he breathed against my skin, only to gently trail his lips down my jaw to my neck.

I felt my body tingle with anticipation, a shiver running down my spine and I leaned into him, letting myself be enveloped by his warmth. His hands brushed my hair aside, exposing my neck to his gentle ministrations. Tilting my head a bit, my chest heaved up and down as I let out a breathy sigh when he began setting wet, delicate kisses on my skin. Valen's lips were soft and warm, his touch feather-light on my skin. I could feel the heat of his body and his breath on my neck, my hands finding their way to rest on his shoulder.

"Hope you guys aren't eating all the food," Walter's voice broke our movements, followed by the sound of his footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, my fingers curled around Valen's biceps, peeling him off me as quickly as possible, only to receive a groan from his end making my face heat up. Walter stepped right in at that moment and Valen looked like he was about to murder him, eyes shooting sharp glares at his skin.

"Did I interrupt something?" Walter asked, staring at the two of us, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

"No."

"Yes."

Walter's gaze was still darting back and forth between us, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well," he said, his voice light and teasing, "Aren't you serving our food? We're hungry."

"Go on, I'm coming,"

Walter threw a wink out way before turning and walking out, the door closing behind him. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I walked past Valen and towards the cupboards, my knees grazing the drawers as I raised myself on my toes to reach for the plates that were situated on the high cabinet.

Extending my arm, I attempted to grab some plates until I felt a firm chest lightly press against my back, overpowering me with his tall frame. His right hand reached up, grabbing the plates for me while his left hand had a mind of its own, my bare waist tingling at the sensation of his fingertips skimming my skin.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask for help, frosty," he snickered, dropping the plates on the counter besides us and pulling away from me.

Huffing, I turned around to face him, only to poke his chest with my index finger. "I could've handled it, now help me dish the food, would ya?"

He rolled his eyes, but complied nevertheless. I chuckled to myself and began dishing the food onto the plates, feeling the warmth radiate from the plates, the delicious smell wafting through the air.

We all sat in the living room, the soft clinking of silverware resonating around as everyone ate their dinner. I could smell the rich aroma of the chicken parmesan, the scent of melted cheese and garlic filling the air and I could feel the warmth of the plate in my hands, the heat radiating from the food. I took a bite, the taste of the crispy chicken and gooey cheese exploding on my tongue.

When we were done with dinner we decided to watch a movie, the search for one a battle of wills, as Jaxon and Walter debated the merits of various titles. Finally, a compromise was reached, and we settled on a rom-com that promised to be a lighthearted watch. We all settled in, the lights turned off, and the movie began.

I sat close to Valen, our knees touching lightly, but I could still feel the heat of his body, radiating towards me. Bella was sitting with Walter on the other couch, her head resting in his shoulder as her eyes focused on the screen. Jess was curled up next to them, a blanket pulled up to her chin and her eyes half-closed as she watched the movie. Jaxon and Austin were both sprawled on the floor, their limbs splayed out. Jaxon was chewing on a piece of popcorn, his eyes focused on the screen while Austin fiddled with remote, putting it on the agreed movie.

"Come closer, frosty." I heard Valen whisper followed by a chuckle under his breath at realisation that I wouldn't move an inch since I was rolling my eyes at him. For God's sake, our friends are here.

I stared at him like he'd lost his mind, diverting my gaze back to the television, only for me to feel his arm shift behind my back, my breath hitching as he gripped the sides of my waist in attempt to pull me closer. His hands swiftly slipped under his t-shirt, lingering on my sides, and sending shivers down my spine. My body tremorred at cool contact, and although I couldn't see him, I knew for a fact that he was smirking at the effect he had on me.

"What are you doing? What if they see us, stop it." I whisper yelled, however, he payed no regard to my order as he tugged me backwards, resulting in my back pressing against his firm chest. And that time my reaction was loud—I gasped in shock and Bella's head whipped in our direction, her eyes narrowed and a ghost of a smirk dancing on her lips.

I failed to look at her but thank heavens she didn't make a comment. My face was on fire; cheeks flushing crimson as my eyes threatened to shut from the way his torso emitted heat.

"Isn't this more comfortable?" Valen whispered dangerously, nipping my earlobe slightly, making me jump in surprise.

Before I could retaliate, Walter's head whipped in our direction, eyes glinting mischievously. "Are you guys even watching the movie or—"

And I was quick with responding. "We are watching."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

An early-ish update?

first of all, I didn't intend to make this chapter this long🤧 but I hope it's enough to pay for the late updates.
secondly, I just want to say thank you all so much for getting Valiant to 77k+ reads, your support means so much to me😭❤️

this chapter certainly has lots of typos as I was in a rush to get this chapter out for you guys so please if you come across any, kindly point them out—and also,let me know what your thoughts are on this chapter, your comments keep me motivated to write.
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