Sloane
Okay, so I lied to the hot guy from the airport about my age.
I’m nineteen, not twenty-one.
And about what I’m doing here in the States after traveling with my family for the past decade.
So, essentially everything.
But he’ll never know.
It’ll just be a fun fling before I start my senior year of high school.
And sure, he’s a high school teacher, but that would be a ridiculous coincidence… right?
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