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"It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming, it's the happiness inside that you're feeling, it's so beautiful, it makes you want to cry."
"I'm not going to have to change my phone number, am I?"
Gently closed the Porsche door shut, I looked at the guy who claims to be my birth dad. His dead black choppy hair hung below his eyebrows, nearly long enough to touch his eyelashes, but not enough to cover his deep set eyes. Despite his tough, dark look, Duncan's eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, with a tiny sparkle that brightened the black hoodie and skinny jeans he wore.
When I didn't answer, the rock star raised his pierced eyebrow.
"Uh, I don't think so." Duncan was referring to the phone call incident with my best friend earlier, I knew that. If I had a paint brush and paper, I could paint a clear picture of Hope's face during that call; widened green eyes that spa