“So that’s the kind of guy you go for.” His tone is flat and unhappy. I watch Zach regale the group with a story. He’s thriving as the center of attention, and as he says something and everyone laughs, I catch him glancing around to gauge their reactions. He wants them to like him so badly. “Not anymore,” I tell Jamie. Our eyes meet, and the chill in his gaze fades a fraction. Is he thinking about when I told him he was gorgeous, or the kiss in the hallway? “And all this.” His fingers squeeze my hip and his gaze roams my face, my hair, my dress. “It’s not for him?” I laugh in disbelief. “What?
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