But I don’t want to admit that. Just like I don’t want to admit that I like that he finally makes eye contact with me. Just like I don’t want to admit that his Levi-blue-jean eyes make my knees a little wobbly. Just like I don’t want to admit that even though I can no longer keep track of how many times he smiles at me, I still react as if it’s the first one. Just like I don’t want to notice that he no longer gives the barista, Emily, those smiles.
The use of repetition is a little overdone in this book. It’s a great device when used occasionally but we’re 30% in and it’s been done so frequently already.
