“I made this for you.” “Uh, okay.” I stared down at the CD case. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. It’s a mixtape,” she explained, face burning red. “Or a mix CD.” I stared down at her handwriting on the case. Shannon’s songs for Johnny. Fuck me. “You look really nice,” Shannon said, cheeks so hot I swear I could feel the heat radiating off them as she gestured to my clothes. “And you smell great.” “Uh, thanks.” I shifted in my seat, feeling a huge swell of relief. “I love your haircut,” she added, reaching over to trail her fingers through it. “You kept the length on top.” She hesitated and moved to
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