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You keep showing me pieces of yourself that I want to collect like seashells. I can’t stop thinking about kissing you, and I have no idea how you’d feel about blurring those lines. I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want to get myself in too deep.
“Our arrangement means you can ask me things, Caleb. That’s the whole point.”
“Did you want me to kiss you the other day?”
“Do you want me to kiss you, Layla?”
I want to kiss her.
“Yeah. You deserve a good kiss. A classic movie kind of kiss.”
“I want to be impressive.” “Layla.” Caleb laughs like I’ve made a joke. “You are impressive.”
“You wear orange,” he says again. “On Tuesdays.
“And you drink chamomile tea in the afternoons.
You get a line, right here,” he says, dragging the tip of his finger at the corner of my mouth, “when you’re excited and trying to hide it.”
I see you, Layla Dupree.” He says it so firmly, so resolute, that I can’t help but believe him. “Clear as day. I always have.”
“Maybe the reason you haven’t figured out how to fit your pieces with someone else is because you haven’t found the right puzzle.”
This one is sweet. A cherry on top of a vanilla ice cream sundae.
LAYLA: Best I ever had.
“I like to work for it,” he whispers against my ear.
It has been weighing on me, but only because I want more. I want all of the pieces she’s given me and the rest too. I want every smile, every croissant, every brush of her hand on mine. I want roller-skating, and ice cream melting over my knuckles. Nachos in a field.
Falling in love. Slowly and carefully and then all at once.
