“I don’t like the way we left things on Friday.” Brant’s eyes flicker across my face for a moment before he dips his head. “I don’t either.” “So let’s pick up where we left off.” “It’s not that simple.” “Sure it is. I’ll go first.” I clear my throat with a dramatic flair. “Hi, Brant. I love you. I think we should be together,” I say, lifting my chin with as much resolve as I can muster. “Your turn.” He blinks. His fingers splay at his sides, then ball into fists. Tension ripples off him as he takes a step toward me. “Hi, June,” he says back. “I love you, too. I want nothing more than to be
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