“I must look a mess.” She beams at me while I fail at setting her right. “Nah. You look fine.” “Fine?” Her nose wrinkles. “You know what I mean. You look beautiful.” My eyes meet hers, and the world around goes quiet. If she were any other girl, this would be the perfect moment to lean in for a kiss. She’s not, though, and she’s likely to run screaming, even if I could make it right in my head. “You think I’m beautiful?” she asks, then shakes her head. “Sorry. That was me begging for a compliment. How pathetic.” “You know you are.” I take a step back, needing to put more distance between us.
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