“My girlfriend,” he repeated, looking nervous. “Are you?” “Uh, I–I…” “Because I’ve never done this before.” He glanced around the empty corridor before turning his attention back to me. “And I need to know where I stand with you.” “Oh.” I shrugged helplessly. “Neither have I.” “Shite, yeah, sorry.” He blew out another nervous breath, looking achingly vulnerable. “So, are you?” Was he asking me to confirm I was his girlfriend or was he asking me to be his girlfriend? Or was he asking me if I thought I was? Oh god, I didn’t know and my mind was reeling, my heart too cautious to make the
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