Clock
My clock had barely begun to read the clock, but there it was. It must have been a hundred times in the past twenty-four hours. As much as I wanted to be honest with myself, I took a deep breath and looked up at the clock on the wall above us. For the first time in a matter of seconds, I could n't help but notice that my head was resting against James 's chest, his amber eyes locked with hers, and he reminded me of how much he desired her. Oh God, that was the only reason I left London. She 'd forgotten to keep an eye on it.
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