Dashiell’s eyes lock onto my mouth. He’s going to look away any second now. Aaaany second now. “A narcissist,” he murmurs. “It’s one of my many faults.” “Then…why don’t you just change?” The words tumble out all breathy and nervous. Inside, I cringe at how pathetic I’m being, just because a hot boy is studying my lips like he’s imagining what they’d feel like mashed up against his own. Seriously, though. It’s hard to maintain a cool head when it’s Dashiell Lovett who’s doing the staring. A cocky, calculating smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Why would I want to? What if I like myself
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