~•Amara•~
"What do you think?"
A voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I was too lost in observing my new surroundings, that Aden had to repeat the same words thrice.
Luckily, we didn't run into anyone who was remotely friendly to Aden or MIchael on our way to Aden's dorm room. So, it didn't take us long to find our way into the boy's dormitories without being caught. After handing over our bags to Aden, Michael had left us on our own.
"It's…" My words trailed off as my mind tried to think of a word which could describe the place aptly. "Neat." And that was the word which I was able to come up with. I couldn't be blamed for it though. The strong musky scent which was wafting up my nostrils, was enough to give my nose an itch. I was never a fan of strong perfumes.
Is Aden really that clueless about Amara's identity? Or does he have his own secrets?
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