Chapter 8

Onika's POV...

He opened the door at the very first knock, as if was waiting just on the other side. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and black trousers, his hair unsettled. As if windblown, or may be he had raked his hands through them numerous times.

His eyes met mine, looking at me intently. Calcula...

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