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that was all that was left for them to do. It was time for them to make their moves on her. She relished the anticipation, but there was something extremely terrifying about all of it. She wanted to smile and to fade away into their romance.
    Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. She wanted to see how Mike would recover from what he had done today. Would he adjust his approach and try to be less passive and disinterested or would he try harder to seem like the cool guy who just didn’t care all that much? No matter what he chose, she was going to be excited to see him nonetheless.
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    Oksana could hardly sleep for the rest of the night. In fact, she’d mostly just slipped under her sheet and looked up at the ceiling, feeling the whole world consuming her. The thoughts of the day were something she couldn’t escape; there was just far too much excitement in her life for her to actually close her eyes and feel sleep settle in her mind. It was like she found herself as a child again on the eve of Christmas, waiting for the hours to pass until she could throw off the covers, rush down to the presents, and spend the morning with her family. She felt all giddy. It was a strange feeling she didn’t quite know how to handle.
    When the clock read four in the morning, she was certain both Mike and Will were asleep, softly snoring in their rooms, enjoying what she could never have. Throwing off her sheet, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and opened her wardrobe, which held all the clothes she had right now, except for her underwear and socks that were in the chest of drawers.
    One of the few sets of clothing she had now were her workout clothes and she pulled them out, deciding since she didn’t have a gym membership yet, she could always go running. That was something she could do no matter where she was. Pulling off her tank top and standing in only her panties in the cool of the room, she grabbed her sports bra and pulled it on. It was like everything was getting squished and constricted by the tight, familiar cloth. It was the feeling of security. She changed into underwear was more appropriate for working out and pulled on her tight workout pants. Pulling her pale blonde hair into a ponytail, she looked at herself in the mirror and decided it was fitting. She looked cute enough to turn heads, hopefully Mike or Will’s, if they ever woke up.
    She pulled on her socks and put her shoes on, standing up and stretching as she tried to get the cramps and stiffness of lying in bed for too long out of her body and to get limber for the jog. She quickly made her way out of the bedroom and closed her door softly, not wanting to wake either of them while they were sleeping. Making her way downstairs, she grabbed a banana and peeled it, sitting in the silence of the down stairs and pondering its quiet beauty.
    The house was more than she had expected and honestly, it was the thing she loved most right now. Sure, Will and Mike seemed like good guys, but she wasn’t too thrilled about having to decide which of them she was going to spend the rest of her life with as a mate. In fact, it was gnawing at her, terrifying her, wondering what she was going to decide was the final factor for her. Was there going to be one thing that really made up her mind for her or was it going to just be a coin toss in the end?
    As she thought about it, pondering with every chew of her banana, she thought it was still probably too dark to go running, but she noticed that there were other people out and about this early in the morning. There was a couple walking quickly and a woman walking her dog. There were several joggers that passed by the house and she smiled at the activity of this city. It was like no one actually slept here. She was going to love this more than she had ever loved Ukraine. She hadn’t even really gone to the beach yet. What was she going to do when she finally got the chance to start exploring everything?
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