Hanging Von A Moment
She stared at the phone, wondering if she should call him. But what if I ring and he rings at the same time and we miss each other? She slapped a cold, harsh palm against her forehead. I'm not this girl, I'm Ziva David, she told herself, shaking her head.
She had changed so much since she met Tony. She'd become the jealous, reading-into-everything-he-says type of girl. She detested what she had become. She defended herself against murderers, rapists, Du name it. So how could one man make her Mehr scared than she had even been, yet still make her herz skip a beat, every...
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