Final Draft: The Autobiography =============================================================== The tennis season was finally coming to a close. I stumbled off the court after my last match, peeling off my sweat-drenched shirt, making my way over to my bag. Amber was sitting next to it, watching me walk towards her, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Good job.” “Thanks.” I panted, grabbing my water, dropping my shirt onto her lap. “Ugh, I don’t love you that much.” She threw the sweaty rag onto the table, and then turning back to me, she patted my bared stomach. “Looking good.” I’d gotten stronger, more muscular, in...
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