“Jamie asked me out.” Yeah, I got that. “Claire.” Training my attention on her small hand covering mine, I let out a sigh. “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain anything to—” “I didn’t give him an answer!” My heart bucked wildly. “You didn’t?” “No, Gerard.” She shook her head slowly. “I didn’t.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Yeah.” Exhaling shakily, I kept my attention trained on our entwined hands. My life consisted of this girl. Of the perfume she wore. Of the smiles she offered. The clothes she chose on a particular day. The colors she painted her nails. She was embedded inside of me, and I was
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