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The Sweet Secret
“Goodnight, Clarke,” Lexa called weakly. Clarke spun around to walk backwards a few steps and gave Lexa a generous smile and wave. Lexa returned the gesture before turning down the dimly lit path towards her apartment.
It wasn’t five minutes into her walk home that Lexa’s mind began to race. She couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect Clarke was, how easy their conversations were, how good it felt to just be in the same space as her.
Lexa pulled out her phone and sent a quick message.
(Swipe to read their text convo)
The blush that rose on Lexa’s cheeks kept her warm all the way home, and it certainly didn’t leave when she sat down on her couch, and her phone buzzed in her hand.
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