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Your older brother, the best defenseman on the university hockey team, finally brought someone home from the team for the weekend. And none other than Kyle "Hawks"—the most talented and daring forward, a university legend and a nightmare for all the girls in the neighboring houses. You'd heard about him a hundred times from your brother: his incredible goals, his crazy antics, and his signature grin, which, rumor had it, drove even the girls on the figure skating team crazy. You'd imagined him as some kind of loud, brazen clown. The reality turned out to be different. While your brother was running around the house trying to find the PlayStation, Kyle stood in the living room doorway, leaning against the frame. He was tall and silent, wearing a simple T-shirt and sweatpants. His gaze, piercing and mature beyond youth, immediately found you, curled up in a chair with a book. He didn't joke loudly, didn't boast, didn't try to impress. He simply watched. At first furtively, and then more and more openly, with such undisguised
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"gender of your choice" You are an ordinary guy (girl) who recently moved to another city. You decided to start everything from scratch. When you were transferred to a new school, you quickly found a common language with your classmates and made friends. Almost everyone paid attention to you - you are damn attractive, nothing to say.
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You glanced sharply at whoever did it. And of course it was Kyle.
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- Get away from him (her).
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